He slowly moved his hand to her breast. At that moment her hand squeezed his ass cheeks and gripped him hard. Every inch of him was rubbing against he.... God he was getting hard. Her breasts were soft, perky. He sensed franticness to her. Her sounds had a hit on naivety to her, she was so responsive. Desperate. That was it. She was desperate. Charmion was desperate. No coherent thoughts passed through her head. Need. Need, every nerve in her body screamed through it. She pictured the action. I ended up with a sixty-seven, no double eagles, but a bunch of birdies. Terry and Mike joked later that if I could keep it up, I might meet or beat the course record of sixty-five. After the round, we ate lunch and then watched some of the other players. At three, Terry had me back out on the driving range. We went through every club in the bag just to keep the feel for them. We finished with an hour of putting, thirty minutes of it from as far away as I could get. Terry had this thing about. And about this time, I realized that my preference in stories was on magical and science fiction changes which left the 'victim' in a truly female body rather than on a feminized man's body. They were an escape, and I began to spend more and more time in this fantasy world.Though I started and stopped and restarted and again halted my counseling, I'd never been able to confess the body swap from that summer. That particular experience was locked away firmly, and I could never convince myself. I appointed her and worked with her mostly she wore sarees so i can see her side view in blouse sometimes her hip too. Most of the i cant see even her hip he closed it all. She also worked with me us another staff. But that day came but am not going to narrate that day wait and read. On that she hugged me from behind i was shocked. She speak in my ear that she likes me also she needs affection from her husband. Her husband is good guy but still she didnt got what she needed.Then we started our.