I remember a layout from an old Hustler I used to steal from under my dad's mattress that had a guy giving it to "Mrs. Clause". I must have been 13 or...14 years old. Fast forward about 10 or 12 years and I'm walking out of my office in DC when a very mature (she couldn't be younger than 55) thin blond lady walks out of her gym in a pair of jeans, sandals (I'm a foot man) and a yellow tube top with her nipples standing at attention. "I'd love to taste you," I said under my breath. Not exactly. In the morning I dressed as Simon and walked home but only after Rebecca and I had made our plans for Monday. I told my mom and dad that the test had been successful. Mom seemed quite pleased but dad wasn't so amused by the thought of his son in a skirt. Still he cheered up when I told him that Rebecca and I were 'an item.' I didn't explain about my experiences on Saturday night though!The next day the orchestra assembled in the school hall after school as usual except my seat was empty. Miss. I could taste her cherry lip gloss and when she slid her fingers back between my legs I didn’t stop her. She broke the kiss and began to rub and massage my clit while still dancing. I turned again leaning my head back on her shoulder, she licked my throat then bit my neck. The pleasure almost made my knees buckle. She held me but removed her hand from my cunt. She reached up and put her fingers to my mouth. I licked my juice from her long fingers, pausing to suck them into my mouth. I was so. It would mean that I would not just be spendingthe summer as a woman but the next three years of my life at Universitytoo. This could wind up being a life changing decision at this rate. Isaid I would call Natalia back about the offer.Back at work Amy told me that she needed me to stay late tonight becauseit was one of the shop's lingerie shows. She told me that tonighteveryone working in the lingerie department would be on the catwalk. Itshould have been my fantasy to see my colleagues.