‘Dude, it isn’t as bad as you think. It’s not like you have to put a leash on it and tie it to your garage door or anything.’ I tried to reaso... with him. ‘Then what? I build a basket full of fluffy pillows for it in my backyard?’ He asked still pissed. ‘Maybe it can use the pool as a watering hole!’ ‘You just have to pay a small amount annually for its up-keep and stuff, that’s it.’ ‘That’s it?’ he echoed, calming down some. ‘Yes, that’s it. If you feel like it, you can go visit sometimes,. The teacher standing behind you. You sitting at your desk, tits bulging out of your tight blouse. Top buttons undone. Legs apart. Skirt hiked up. As you write, you finger your pussy. Standing above you, his eyes linger on your tits. His cock grows hard. He makes his way back to his desk and sits down.Now he is facing you and his eyes are drawn back to your open legs. He has an unobstructed view of your pussy. With your panties pushed aside allowing your fingers full access. To try to hide his. This time, though, I didn't have to squint. And when I finally dared tolook, I saw, I thought I saw, I knew I saw a woman gazing back at me.Beneath the swirls of blond, the deep red lips, the dark above the eyes --my face still. But not me. Not quite me. My eyes were bigger somehow, lipsfuller. My face looked soft to touch, a rosy glow that seemed to hint ofinnocence, maybe excitement. A barest sense of hollowness, of somethingdelicate. Curves I'd never seen before flowed down from. " Sorry," Jake said, embarrassed now. "It didn't seem plausible or anything. It's just that I live in Hollywood and there's all kinds of weird things going on there and... well... you know... you just said you're going to be living with Stan and Cynthia. You have to admit that is a little strange." We're not going to be living together, Jake," Tom said, a little exasperated now. "If you would've let me finish explaining..." He shook his head again. "Wow. This conversation is not going exactly.