I was in class 12th but was 18 at the time. The heroin of the story is Karuna. She is a very beautiful girl of our class and many has tried to seduce ...er but no one succeeded in doing so. She was too shy to talk to anyone except her friend. As I told you I was the topper of the class, she started to come to me for any doubts or help and gradually, we became best friends. She was friendly with me but she never looked at me that way. She thought of it as it’s normal to help a friend and never. In 1985, I was 22 and Mrs G was about twenty years older. Nowadays, she would be called a "chunky BBW mature MILF or Couger". Back then, those terms didn't exist. We didn't have the same expectations of mature women that we do now.Mrs G was blonde, and starting to grey. She didn't dye her hair like she would nowadays. She was chubby, but this never occured to me. Back then, all women were chubby by their forties. She was busty. I'm a boob man.Mrs G wore clothes that were too tight. Her standard. He set me down on the wooden floor as I sprouted past his knee.I giggled, my hands cupping my small breasts as I passed the height of a toddler, a small child, an adolescent girl. I squeezed my tits, small crystals in the quartz sparkling. My nipples ached, the same rosy hue, swirled with milky stria, as the rest of my artificial body. I kept growing and growing until I neared Sven’s height.My true size.“By the gods, Ava,” he groaned. “How?”“A witch named Fiona,” I grinned, turning my hips and. And reverberated. And sent little vibrations all up and downDaniella's legs, and arms, and torso. And over her aching pussy, up anddown, buzzing and humming, and humming, and humming. Her eyes closed,lost in the thrumming sensations in her cunt. Up and down her arms,over her tits. Gradually, without her having any idea how long it took,the sensations stopped. Daniella's eyes half opened. Her eyelashesspelled "Dominica." She slowly blinked, and again opened her eyes.The squirrel was still there..