The electricity of the orgasm spread through him, the chair and theprofessor.Professor Barnum sat forward."So, What do you look like as a woman?" What... I don't know." Jonathon said as he felt a slight pain in hisneck."Jon what do you look like as a woman?" Greg asked."I guess I have reddish blonde hair that goes down to my back."Jonathon felt dizzy and was unsure of his eyes as the professor's hairshortened in length and he felt something very strange tickling hisneck."What the hell? I'm out of. So with some fancy maneuvering, I place myself next to our boss, but also closer to you. As we are asked to take our seats, I know I did perfectly as you slide into the seat beside me. Covering a smile with my hand, my other hand moves below the table. Your eyes flicker my way, and you now realize what I am up to. You never thought I would go so far with the game, but I can be a sore loser. My hand brushes over the tent in your trousers. Such a feather light touch and you are instantly going. Me: Aunty, I am romancing my girlfriend only. I love her so much. Maybe she is elder to me. But it is her mistake to take birth 20 years ahead of me.She smiled and continued riding the scooter while my hand was on her navel. I started to move my hand, caressing her navel. She started to laugh and yelled.Aunt: Rishi, stop it. Stop it, Rishi. It’s tickling. I am unable to balance the scooter.We went home, my mom was waiting for both of us. We had dinner together and went to bed. I couldn’t sleep. She was embarrassed that she could not stop the mewing.When the shuddering started she was powerless to hide the groans. They were hers. She could not hide behind a shield of ambivalence. Her appearance of aloofness had been shattered. The façade of dignity she had tried to present for years seemed to be gone. She had to be rid of this man who now knew she had a deep seated passionate side to her. She had to get out; but she didn't want to.He turned her and held her until her shuddering.