Damn but it sent shivers coursing through me so! My cock was aching for release, her touch, her full soft lips, to find it's way between the folds of ...er needy... "Nice picture… maybe she'll invite me to bathe with her next time", I thought to myself, as my own hand continued to message and stroke, to pleasure my own body. A slight wetness began to emerge, pre-cum.I broke the spell momentarily, long enough to take off my vest, my boots, my outer shirt, to leave only my black tank top on. I even. "Hi Judy it's good to see you. Come sit with me and have a drink?" Thanks, I think I will."When the bartender approach Judy said, "I'll have a vodka tonic Frank."This was after all her town and there was no reason that she wouldn't know the name of the bartender but on the other hand did she stay here with her clients. Is that how she was so familiar with the staff? "What brings you to this part of town, you working?" God no. I told you I am retired. I own half of this joint and had to come. She was in between me and the mirror, so Icouldn't see how ridiculous I looked, but the weird sensationscontinued and even got stronger as she worked on me. Debbie cameover to check on the progress, and said, "Very nice - the bestone yet!" I didn't understand what she meant, but when Patstepped away, I looked in the mirror and saw -- a beautifulyoung woman looking back at me! I couldn't recognize myselfunder the makeup and wig, and Debbie placed a pair of silverhighheels in front of me. Without. She was in her school uniform: white blouse, necktie, grey pleated skirt and white knee socks, the allowed alternative to tights. At that age any reasonably attractive girl was a sex object. School regulations said girls’ skirts must be no more than a couple of inches above the knee, but like most girls at my school as soon as she was out of the school gates she’d pulled her skirt up about six or seven inches above her bare knee. I found the bare thigh above her knee intensely erotic. We walked.