” She moved her large hands from her black skirt and looked up at me.I said nothing and simply nodded, carefully taking the few steps over to where ...he was. I stood at her right-hand side for a moment before carefully lowering myself down over her comfortable, skirt-covered lap. I placed my head into one of the cushions and raised my feet so that they were touching the other arm of the leather sofa. Behind me, Doreen was sitting forward on the edge of her armchair so that she could watch her. And the old woman had her own qualities.Lian told me to make love to her finger; then massage her feet, kiss and fondle them. Following her instruction, I pedicured and manicured, brushed her long thick hair, and shaved her groin before she let me touch her sensitive areas.She made my cock ache for her affection, teasing and flirting, and she taught me to reciprocate.To slowly seduce, to show interest and then hold back, to build the desire like a building a fire from a spark into an inferno. Soon we stood up to get off and I held back as Charlady walked slowly down towards the driver. The old age pensioner who she had flashed to suddenly tapped my arm and quietly said "You lucky bastard, your slut is one hell of a great fucking tease!" I nodded and turned to look in Charlady's direction, the old age pensioner also followed my gaze.By the front door of the bus, Charlady appeared to be in discussion with the bus driver as she slowly raised her skirt allowing him to follow each and. She swished and flicked the wand with much less trepidation than thelast one, but as soon as the changes began she shuddered anew, everypiece of the garments magically appearing onto her body rubbing andcaressing her so that she was reminded with every sensation that she wasa woman from head to toe. Her blue hair twined itself up into a tighterbraided ponytail clasped with a tasteful gilded hair berret, a far cryfrom the messy low ponytail she'd had as a man. Her open vest shrunk tobarely cover.