’ She said and left. I sighed in both relief and sadness. That afternoon was sure looking up. After Jeanie left, I took the diary out of my pants, ...ote the irony, and laid it somewhere safe. I spent the rest of the day unpacking as much as I could and when it was time to go to bed, I took the diary as my companion. Needless to say that I fell asl**p with that scene firmly embedded into my brain cells, full color and surround sound included. The following week was as hectic as the last for me.. She then stood up and pulled off her top. There wasn't a bra on under and her large boobs were exposed to my eyes for the first time. I had dreamed of seeing them many times as I had sat in her classes, now, here they were right in front of me. "Take your shirt off, Russell. Do you like my breasts?" As I pulled off my shirt, I said, "Oh, they're even bigger than I'd imagined. They're huge and really pretty." "They just love to be sucked, Russell," she said softly as she moved toward me, a hand. " I said, in the voice of an extremely excited woman. "She had these long, shapely legs, running up to wide hips." My legs subtly altered shape and then I felt a pulling sensation in my hips. My wife drank in the new alterations and then continued. "She had curves in all the right places, especially her breasts," she paused. By now, my erection was almost painful in its intensity. Why wouldn't she continue her description? Then I realized she wanted me to ask her to carry on. "Please tell me. And with me being fifteen I very quickly agreed and she said she would let me know when, about 2 weeks later Julie said she had set up for the coming Saturday, I could barely sleep (nor keep my hard on away) in anticipation, well Saturday came and I arrived at Julies just before her mother left (she always looked sexy and was my MILF fantasy for a long time) Julie was in blue jeans and a t shirt she gave me a hug and we said goodbye to her mother after she was gone Julie said she is going to.