She was at her conscious for sure.But I was not completely sure if she was aware about the thoughts that are going on at the back of my head. Her red ...ips were slightly opened and I felt that it was speaking a universal language called ‘lust’ and is asking me to taste it. Her heavy breathing have now reduced a bit but I could see that her well shaped breasts were moving up and down and rhythms itself with her breathing. The hooks of her blouse looked like a stream running between two beautiful. I did not want to speak so I scuffed my foot against some crates that I was sitting near to let her know I was up there. She climbed up and sat near me placing some freshly baked cookies between us as a kind of peace offering I guess. “My dear, dear boy. There are some things I need to tell you, to explain to you that will be hard to understand but will help you to move on and answer some questions for you. Would you like that?”“I guess so” I mumbledI sat and listened in amazement, disbelief. 4 hour laterGinny stood in the girl's bathroom holding Ron's jersey in her hands. "Whatam I doing?" Ginny thought. "I'm a man...."Ginny looked at the girl dressed in a girl's school uniform. She looked atthe girl's long blonde hair, at her long pink manicured nails. "God..."Ginny sobbed. "I can't believe this is me now..."With shaky hands Ginny slowly raised the jersey up and over her head, beingcareful not to mess up her hair. Ginny felt her heart start racing as thejersey settled over. I guess going without a bra was a bit risqué but Tom likes it and my breasts are small. As the evening wore on and we were getting ready to leave, Keith came up to me and said, "you look very nice tonight, Cara… but you looked even better yesterday afternoon by your pool.” I was stunned. I said, ”Keith, what were you doing at home? Why weren’t you at work?” “I work from home a couple of days a week now. I noticed you by the pool and, of course, I appreciate the sight of a beautiful woman.”.