I instantly removed my belt, opend the button and unzipped my pants. She took advantage of the now open pants and instantly reachd into my underwear t... grab my throbbing cock. She started playin around with it by squeezing it slowly at first. I reached under her tshirt and started to feel her soft skin, rubbin my hands over her belly moving them slowly upto her breasts, I cup my hand over her bra and start to squeeze them lightly.She gets really excited from that and starts to sigh I tell her. I was just finishing my lunch and had paid my tab. I was sitting on the sidewalk at a little eatery in a tourist town on the North Carolina coast. She came swinging by, maybe even strutting a little. She was tall, with long raven hair gathered in a silver clasp that nestled near her neck, with the loose strands flowing halfway down her back. Her breasts were bouncing in her red silk top with every step she took with her long stride. She wore tight designer jeans and above average heels.I. Later I identified the experience as the final triggering of Moranna'sspells. At the moment, though, I was enthralled. I could only gaze at thebeauty before me, and enjoy being the owner of it. My eyes sparkled blue.My smile radiated feminine joy and light. My blonde hair swept over mybountiful breasts in a graceful wave. My slender waist and long legs wereset to great advantage by my short silver skirt. *Marvelous!* was all Icould think--*marvelous--and mine!*I displayed my delicious new body. It was the turn of the feet now, and then the legs. Ms. Rita started folding her pyjamas; Dobbin helped her pull those up till the knee. The legs were slender and smooth, the feet soft and sensitive. No wonder Dobbin spent an extra few minutes teasing that gentle arch of her feet, varying the pressure on the pen, as well as the speed of writing. At one point, she let out a hysterical sigh, and Dobbin felt she had orgasmed. But Ms. Rita was holding on.“Where now?” he asked.“I think” she said,.