We sent her child to the baby sitter’s house.Once done, we came and sat in the car. She straight away put her hand into her tee, pressing and playin... with her boobs and nipples. Told me to drive home as fast as I can. We parked the car and went into the house. While she was closing and locking the door, I came from behind hugged her.I inserted my right hand into her tee pressing her boobs and left hand was in her leggings fingering her pussy hard. We smooched hard and was in that position until. Still, almost in spite of myself, I had to admit that I was getting a little turned on by it all. By turning into a sexy woman and knowing that almost any man who saw me would bulge out in excitement. But I also felt thrilled by the knowledge that my revenge was closer than ever. For the rest of the night, I just tried getting used to my newbody, or at least more familiar with it. I tried on some different clothes, and even tried my hand at makeup, finding that it definitely wasn't as easy as. "Mr. Miller," he heard behind him, a somewhat familiar voice, low for a female and German accented. He turned to see the stewardess smiling, seeming to want to grab and pull him from the child he had been raping with his eyes."Gretchen," he said."Could I ... Could we talk?" Of course," he smiled at his favorite stewardess who spied on guests accompanying him on his travels or borrowing his jet and who often relieved him of pent up sexual frustrations when he had been married to the cold bitch.. When I reached the waistband of my skirt, I moved my hands away, but she gestured for me to pull the sides of my blouse apart, "I said to show me. I can't see anything unless you open your blouse."Glancing around again, I slowly pulled the sides of my shirt apart, trying to avoid pulling it out of my skirt. As I felt the sides drag over my nipples, I realized that they were very erect. I stopped as soon as I knew my nipples were pointing out into the open. After a second or two, I started to.