She felt something deflate inside her. "I guess I'd better find Mr. Bennet's office." Down the hall and to the left. Last office on the right," the se...retary said, as she began typing again. Veronica wondered about her typing speed. It hardly seemed good enough to keep up with the flow of applications through the office.Or did Mr. Marshall mind? He certainly had his own selection methods for hiring. Her hand involuntarily rubbed over her cunt as she remembered the feel of his cock inside her. Maybe I could find all those different types in my life that don't shave. I'm talking ones that have hairy pussy, ass, legs, armpits, nipples, ooooooow and that treasure trail. Yeah, I'm a white guy by the way and I'm hairy too. My story starts when me and my friend Ron take the train to a club in Downtown Phoenix. It's a hip hop club, mostly black and Latina. So we get to the club walk around a little bit as I search for the woman of my dreams and any hint of a woman that doesn't. Hopefully she is not in the class anymore, I thought glancing down at the large stick-shape protruding from between my legs. I stopped outside Ms Cole’s door, and took a quick look inside to make sure the coast was clear. ‘’Oh my God’’ I said as my mind came to a realisation of what was happening. Sitting at my desk and wearing my school blazer, Ms Cole had her smooth, flawless legs spread wide and resting on the two neighbouring desks. The years of sports playing evident from the firmness of. Eventually shesettled on a pale blue skirt suit, cream blouse, navy heels, withmatching navy hat and gloves. Looking at her reflection in the mirror,she thought, "Gee I don?t look half bad; I could get used to this."Rapidly shaking her head, Bobbie tried to come back down to earth. Thiswas for one week only; a lesson in gender differences, not a permanentchange in life style!Church went surprisingly smoothly. A number of cross-dressed boys andgirls were there with their parents. After the.