I motion for you to come over, when you get close I grab your head and push your face into my now contracting pussy. I’m cuming and I’m making you...lick up all of the juices. My fingers are still gripped into your hair as I grind my pussy on your face. My breathing slows down and you pull your face away. ‘I hope you don’t think your done, you still have a lot of work to do.’ I tell you to lay down on your back on the floor, I then lower myself on to your face. Lick it. I know how much you want. I had been a 40 year old man, and the thought of peeking at a highschool girl seemed totally wrong. I wanted to cover up, and I couldn'teven imagine how I could face getting out of this nightdress to put onday clothes. Fortunately, Allison's mother must have heard my shout,and came in as I was busy wrapping myself up in my bed sheets.She asked me what was wrong, and all I could say was " I can't look atmy body" Allison's mom held me, and said, "I am sorry hunny. Are youremembering what. Staring back at you is not the face you recognize but rather the face of a man — you are still groggy but it looks like your older brother. You instinctively do a double-check, whipping your head around to look behind you to see if someone, or in fact your brother, is in the bathroom with you. No one. You scan your body. Odd. As far as you can see – from toe to chest – you embody a man. You look back into the mirror and see the face of that same man from before, realizing you are now in the. She settled down and took it without even looking over her shoulder to show me her contempt.Of course, I right away felt guilty over the whole affair and hastened to clean up the girl forcing a small gold coin into her fist as way of apology. I was much surprised when she threw it back at me and stalked out of the loft with stoic dignity hissing under her breath. I guess it was the wrong thing to be doing at that point in time from her perspective. The workings of the female brain were.