It was the body of a dancer in the university dance program: firm, toned, and slender. It was the body that had attracted men for a very long time; it...was a body that men had enjoyed for a long time as well. Marg could remember when her daughter had admitted that she had been making out with a much older man who had reached under her skirt. At that time, Marg was stunned hearing her daughter describe how she let herself be undressed. Her school uniform blouse was unbuttoned and her training bra. Schaffer swallowed hard as it fell away, revealing a mound covered in delicate, white fluff. Her pink, puffy labia peeked out from beneath the fur, drawing his eyes. She lowered her fingers, parting them to be sure that Schaffer could see, a drip of clear moisture leaking free to pool on the surface of the table.Damn it, he was still sore from the previous night, but the allure of her invitation was too much for him to refuse. He had a good idea of what she expected of him, and it was confirmed. " Yeah, he wanted to remain a very natural look. I can't believe I pulledthis off so well."He put her hand on her shoulder. "She's a masterpiece."In quick response she quickly kissed him on the lips and smiled. "Yes heis."Jule's expression changed to make room for a little bit of confusion."Don't you mean she?" Nope, he." Her?" His." O" Yeah." Oooo."Kate's smile grew wider every second. Bigger and bigger as if it wastrying out the edges of what's humanly possible and then pushing it evenfurther. Gill, as I called her, had a habit of dropping her consonants, a beautiful, cultured, and well educated women, happy to be my personal assistant, lover, and arranger of my sexual needs for men, well boys if I am honest, I had many men as a girl, now I like them younger and more innocent, smooth skinned, and hung like bloody bulls, as she put it.Mom had been my educator, herself exposed to men at an early age, so she knew the ropes, as girls we had something most men craved, she just turned.