I got introduced to her boyfriends and there were currently three. One of them was the guy who was her first time and the other two seem to get change... every few months, I later learned. Anyway, she was such a show off that she put me in her closet and would put on a sex show. When they finished she took them in her bathroom and I would sneak out to go masturbate.After a while she realized that I was kind of being tortured by watching all that action and not getting any of it. So one day she. It's the kids that quieted you." The kids that quieted me have left for summer camp," she said.He brought his mouth back up to her ear and whispered, "Mmmhmm. I bet I can make you scream again..." I'd like that."He pulled his arms away and down, resting his hands on her hips then tucking the thumbs up under the fabric of her white t-shirt. His open hands swept lightly up her ribcage pulling the fabric up with them and came to rest cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing and stroking her nipples. .transparent.” It takes me a few moments to understand the bad pun. I slowly and rather unwillingly lower my eyes, and when my gaze encounters my chest, my breath gets stuck in my throat. Like in those pictures of spring-break contests, my whole upper body is drenched with wetness and both my blouse and bra form one single, almost completely see-through, shape-hugging layer. My areolas and nipples leave nothing hidden! My gaze drifts higher again, and Mr. Stalker is staring at them with hungry. With a sharp gasp you wake up from the dream, covered in sweat, your bed sheets twisted and tucked around you, trapping you, forcing you to struggle to free yourself, you walk almost drunkenly to the bathroom, to wash your face, feeling overheated.Looking up into the mirror, you stumble backwards in surprise - you don't look like you anymore. You appear muscular and toned, your skin is inhumanely smooth, face manly and slightly feminine at the same time, and, perhaps the most shocking, five.