His hardening penis nestled against the cheeks of my bum. Gavin smiled at me in the mirror. (I used to think he looked like a young Mick Jagger. Thos... pouting lips really got to me for some reason. Soon got over that infatuation.) He raised two thick dark eyebrows. *Will I skin up?* I nodded. While Gavin expertly assembled a joint on the bedside table I poured myself another vodka and downed it. I opened the bottom drawer of my dressing-table and rummaged through all my tapes. (At one time I. And I knew her persona was growing in mine. I felt so weakcompared to her. I started to sob. But I stopped when I realizedhow stupid it was to cry about this. I loved being a woman!And with that thought, my transformation began. I moaned andarched my back as my hips once again took shape. I could feelthings around me feeling softer and my skin becoming moresensitive to them. Every little change fascinated me. I willed itall. I wanted to be me and not this icky boy. Pleasure shotthrough me as I. ” Anita had pulled the 4x4 away, and was turning the vehicle into the undergrowth of the forest, off the beaten track. I looked to her. She was grinning wickedly beneath her shades. Anita looked older that Samantha, but wonderful and sexy for her age. I guessed she may have been 35 or 40; what would now rudely be called MILF, although the term had not been coined back then. She obviously worked out as she had a strong physique, and she was dressed in tight grey sweat pants and sweat top which. The waistband was merely a fine ribbon of red, that laced at the side, undo the bows, and it would just fall away. Her pussy would be just barely covered by a thin panel of see-thru red fabric. Danielle had also got the matching flame red garter belt, matching bra, that was in a demi-cup style, leaving the tops of her breasts, down to her nipples, uncovered, and a pair of jet black stockings. She looked at her reflection, she pulled out the pins from her hair, and let it tumble to her.