Mrs. Watson grabbed a pen light and asked Tom to look in her direction, she shone the light into his eyes and then asked him to move his eye up, down ...nd then to the left. As he did so Mrs. Watson’s mouth and luscious lips were close to Tom’s face. He could feel her breathing, he wanted to look into her eyes but he dared not. He felt a hand on his shoulder as she changed positions, her breasts close enough for him to feast his eyes on them as she moved, and then she shone the light into his. I could understand that. She had a weird personality and that is not a crime to have to be honest. For the most part, she was just like anyone with issues of her own. Her biggest issue was that she was pushing 50 and was all alone. She was never married and neither was her sister.Beena was now about 47-48 years old from what I guessed. She was short and a bit plump. She, however, had the nicest pair of tits. Nice. big, soft and juicy pair of boobs. The kind you feel will squirt flavored lassi. Why don't you try it forme?" I thought for a minute and then thought to myself, "I want to be aguy 20 years old. Instantly I was changed into what would probably be mein 5 years. Then I thought I want to be myself again and I was. The oldman told me to enjoy my new power but not to abuse it and he was gone.My enthusiasm for my new power was uncontrollable. I spent hours in myroom, changing from me to everything I could think of. A book, a cat, a 50year old guy and finally a girl. There I. Clicking the zip into the hold at cleavage level, I asked hubby to pull the zip the full length and smooth my dress over my lingerie. Hubby slowly pulled the zip down my stomach and over my pussy, sliding further down until it rested at the bottom seam just above my knees. He smoothed the dress over my Waspie and the garter straps which thankfully still protruded through the material of the dress, giving a very slutty look to the ensemble. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I was delighted.