After Betsy had watched her son leave for school, she started toexamine her youthened body more closely. Once she'd examined herselfthoroughly, Betsy...felt satisfied with the results. Her firmer breastsand thinner waist particularly pleased her. Heading to her bedroom to get dressed, Betsy wondered just what she was going to wish for on the next full moon. " A million dollars? Bigger breasts?" Betsy mused aloud to herself, cutting it short though as got ready for her shopping trip. Betsy. In a few weeks, I’d have a windfall of cash that would ensure I could pay for three more years of college and the apartment, even without my side income. Over all, life was good; which, if my history had taught me anything, meant something would go wrong.When I arrived back at the apartment, I hopped into the shower, then dressed for school. I went to the kitchen and accepted a mug of tea from Stephie and started cooking breakfast. Elyse came out of her room and sat down, and I poured her a cup. ‘Do you still want to see more of me?’ she asked, feeling that familiar knot in her stomach. He sat up slowly, and tilted his head. ‘Yes, I do.’ She awoke the next morning, still in that hazy lust from the night before. He was gone, as he’d said he’d be. She turned to her back, a hint of a smile on her face. There was definitely something about him. Perhaps it was his chivalry. Or was it his charm? Maybe it was the way he made her toes curl, while at the same time making her writhe with. I love you very much. But it's wrong. Very wrong." Why is it wrong?"Well," I said, "for starters, I'm twice your age."Stacie smiled. "And tomorrow," she said, "you'll be a little bit less than twice my age. And each day the age difference will matter less. Jack, it's all downhill from here. Or uphill. Depending on how you see it."Her hand continued its interrupted journey down my body. I was once again painfully aware that my male member was proudly jutting out of the fly of my pyjama trousers..