. and the sensation of feeling so naked and vulnerable with the cool breezes flowing up my skirt. It was heaven! Her friends thought I looked wonderfu... and appreciated what I was being forced to do. My diminutive size, long hair, and cosmetics, with Ann's help, made me a passable young lady, especially in high heels. I even tried, for contrast, going out in my own clothes, with minimal makeup, and was still mistaken for a girl. It was great. I seemed to be in a perpetual state of sexual. Hard... inviting. Their eyes never wavered. Her hands followed the brassier down, pausing to push the panties over her hips. His pants dropped to the floor. His hardness grew even harder as the soft hair emerged from her panties. His hand reached out to her, fingers entwined lightly, moving constantly together as if their hands were making love. He drew her to him... Their bodies pressed together each feeling the heat of the others nakedness... Her nipples pressed into his chest and he felt her. She was in her early 50’s, on the heavy side, gigantic breast and an ass to match, greying hair that was usually in a bun at the back top of her head. Her husband, Matt, looked the same … without the breasts and bun. In the end, they were good people and it was good to feel some of those kinds of relationships being formed.Bobbi ended up negotiating a reduced work schedule with the County. Frank could see the direction in Bobbi’s change and was worried he might lose her entirely. He knew that. None of them wanted her to go away. Besides the sex they enjoyed with her, they found that they actually did not mind being in the classroom with her during regular lessons.In short, they were another world apart from the rest of the school. Once, another teacher asked Karen what she was doing that was different than what the other teachers were doing. Karen gave him a smile and said that perhaps it was just her "woman's touch." The answer seemed to satisfy the teacher, and he went on his way,.