At the stroke of 12 (figuratively speaking), she walks through my doorway, stands in the middle of my office with her hip to one side (God, I love whe... women do that!) and proceeds to unbutton her blouse. When she gets to the third button, I am past the shock of what’s happening and jump up to close and lock my office door. I turn back to her, and she’s smiling up at me with her blouse half unbuttoned. I take her face in my hands and kiss her. She responds with a closed mouth kiss. Up until. Her husband had adjusted to his changes rather well after the firstshock of becoming a little girl had settled, but he still struggledto be a parent and breadwinner. She had offered to get a job butJohn insisted that no wife of his would ever have to work as long ashe could still walk. She had not fought him on the subject, but sheknew that she would have to make some changes soon. It was simplytoo tough on his little girl body to keep up with the demands ofshowing several houses a day now that. Maybe better this way. Growing weary of the merriment, and wanting to quench my lust, I slip away to an quartered off section of the ballroom. My breath hitches as my hands run the length of my bodice, pretending to be you-it hitches again when I become aware that I am not alone. There you are. You don't see me, and I relax. I watch as you rub the front of your costume....watch you as you look around to make sure no ones looking..watch you as you pull your rock hard cock out and start stroking. My heart was racing and my cock was starting to get uncomfortable from being hard so long without being freed. This is one of the most amazing sites that I have ever seen but, at the same time...I'm kinda freaking the hell out! Am I going to keep pushing or chicken out?? I chuckled a little to myself...no way in hell I could stop now. I was lightly gripping the top of her thighs now, I moved my hands up so I was rubbing her inner thighs with my thumbs. I had a steady rhythm going and my thumbs.