She was an educated, 42 year-old professional woman, 5'3" tall, 110 pounds, bright blue eyes, and long silky blonde hair, a rock hard stomach, and bea...tiful tight 34 “B” cup breasts of a teenager and a 22-inch waist. She dressed impeccably; but with a hint of edgy sensuality that was unmistakable. On one of our early-on dates, she wore a very tasteful black leather pencil skirt that fit to her ankles, a white silk blouse buttoned to the neck and black patent pumps with at least 5 inch heels and. I gave a muffled cry of delight when I flicked my tongue across it as I sucked. I lightly rolled my left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, adding to the pleasure.I had the type of breasts I would have spent hours playing with as a man. As it was, I spent a good fifteen, twenty minutes fondling them, amazed at the sensations I was giving my new body. It felt like a thousand tiny fingers were softly running up and down my spine. My breathing grew more rapid and shallow as I pleasured myself. I didn't dream; at least nothing I can remember. It was quiet in the practice room, and I slept soundly until I heard a man's voice. As I shook off the cobwebs I realized that I was hearing my answering machine. It was dark in the room and I fumbled for the phone, wondering why the caller didn't just leave a message.I was a still a little fuzzy when I picked up the phone, but I recognized Rebecca's voice immediately. Even over the phone, she was perfect. She sounded tense, but a little thrill. Ruta squeezed his arm."He wasn't in church, was he?" Her voice was skeptical. Felek chuckled."Doubt it." He raised his own arm in reply, steering the two of them off the path towards their friend. "This may mean," he added, "that I will be needed. If Issa is here, Chief Ajani probably is as well." Felek, my friend!" The Kikker teen grabbed both his arms, squeezing tight. "And Ruta!" Releasing Felek, he took the girl's right hand, lifting it to his mouth. His large tongue flicked out, lightly.