She was only a young girl, I could not believe that it was anything that bad. Ingrid and Helga had spoken of Astrid as if she was their Mistress.I tri...d to plan what I would say when I met her. I would explain what had happened, she would be aware of her grand mother's powers. That was it, I would use reason. Soon I would be back home and I would find that old woman and make her change me back to male I had been, and wanted to be. The thought of being trapped in this body did not bear thinking. At 21, she can wear a lot of my clothes but won’t for long if she keeps eating and avoids the gym. She got her father’s genes and his family leans towards heavy where her mother is one of those damn women who never exercises and looks great. Me, it’s the gym, the bicycle, the rowing machine and any other torture device known to man to keep a hard, flat stomach and long legs. Shit, folks, let’s face it, when you wear an A-cup bra, you can’t afford a roll in the middle above the belt line! But. She'd already decided to take her older neighbor up on his offer and she if she could show him he'd bitten off more than he could handle."Great, I'm all for privacy when it comes to sex, Mary," Henry said, as he watched Mary's shapely rounded asscheeks moving up and down as she walked in front of him while she lead him by the hand. The very bottom of her asscheeks were showing below the bottom of her cut-offs and Henry could hardly wait to get Mary undressed and see what she really looked like. At first she only lay there, but after a while began raising her hips to meet my thrusts. She began to moan quietly as we moved together, and it seemed to me that she was trying to control the rhythm of our movements, so I adjusted myself to meet her. Her moans grew louder. I unhooked her bra, then took my hands from under her shoulders and placed them on her breasts, pushing her bra away and pinching her nipples. She suddenly began to move her hips much faster, and began a moan that went on.