She stood up. "Well you have to come into the bedroom to see it." She said leading me again to the bed.She took me by the hand and led me to her room ...here she told me to undress as she tossed her multiple pillows against the headboard. Then she lit the candles.She pulled her top and bra off revealing her breast. Her nipples had always been puffy large and beautiful but tonight they seemed much more erotic and lusty looking under the candlelight.She unsnapped the mini skirt, but leaving the. I stood up as well and let her sponge me all over. .. she ran her hands all over my body.... my chest, my belly, my buttocks and then she grasped my cock which had hardened again.Smiling that mischievous smile she rinsed off any bubbles she saw and put my cock in her mouth again, bobbing her head back and forth as she fellated me.A short while later I stopped her and turned her around and fondled her bum before fingering her and then I pushed my cock into her again. Still wonderfully tight, I. I moaned loudly in myfirst female orgasm not really caring if anyone heard. It was moreincredible than anything I had ever experienced.Feeling a bit tired, I decided to go to bed.The next morning I woke up with hair in my mouth. I knew immediatelythat I was still a girl. Oddly enough, I wasn't too sad about it. I hadjust had the best night of sleep since I was a child. My body waspositively beaming with energy.There was a moist spot in my blanket and I immediately knew I had a wetdream. I was. How she was a lovely woman.” “What else did he say about her?” I asked. “Well, a lot of things, but the relevant part was when he talked about how graceful she was…. and how she dressed.” “How she dressed?” I asked. “Yes, he said she was always dressed smartly, in skirts, shorts, tops and everything. How she had a good body and wasn’t shy in flaunting it. Even in her older years. Not like all other Indian women who start dressing frumpily after they get married. I obviously said, not all.