He slammed into her, the table jolting forward with each violent push. The intensity of it, the taboo was bringing her so close to orgasm, she felt it...approach like a speeding car. She could feel it about to hit her, but just before it rushed over her body, Mr. Wilson stiffened and called out.“You dirty little schoolgirl, take your teacher’s cum.”She felt that familiar gushing deep in her pussy. He was pinning her down, not moving, but she could feel the head of his cock spasming deep inside. Dreams that something like she was shouldn't have at all, given theelectronic structure of her brain. Nightmares would describe thembetter, of endless hallways filled with hostile forces hunting her, orhim, pain that was indescribable as every nerve in a hauntinglyfamiliar, human, body screamed in fiery agony from the exotic toxin inhis system.Flashes of disturbing pseudo-memory had even started disturbing heractive, fully wakeful periods. Flashes of a body that should haveseemed heavy and. So having spent the past couple hours transforming myself. I look in themirror to see a reflection of a somewhat attractive woman in her late40's. Her short dark skirt, and blouse showing off her figure and nicerounded breasts with a bit of cleavage peaking out. The heels and blacknylons, makeup, nails, accessories and shoulder length hair all gave theimpression of a woman that still enjoys looking attractive for a man. Awoman that takes pride in her appearance and enjoys the company of a. Her nipples were obvious and the bouncing of her tits had pulled the girl's t-shirt up to expose her waspish waist and flat tummy. Her wild black hair, which was something of a trademark for the relatively new model, was well past her shoulders. She wore black fishnet stockings, ripped on the left thigh, and short leather boots with stiletto heels. The woman was laughing and having a good time, that was clear, and her partner for the moment was a handsome young man with dark skin and doe eyes..