’ Figures, Mikey always boasted he had more sweet tarts lined up than Mr Kipling. He spread BS like a jobbing plasterer butters toast. ‘I’ll hav... to pay me respects to ‘im on me holidays then, Sal,’ I said, ingratiatingly, ‘Looks like you brung your boy up sweet.’ ‘Oh, ‘e wush no trouble, my Mikey, a’waysh looksh after ‘ish old Mum, dush Mikey.’ ‘When you goin’ over to see ‘im again?’ I asked, ‘Cos the forecast is grim over here, lots of frost and snow coming, an’ you look like you could use. The whole time we were talking a kept sneaking glances at her tits. She was wearing a white blouse with a white lacy bra underneath. When the light hit her right I could see the outline of the lace.The Kathy asks me if I want to go in for a dip. I tell her I don’t have a bathing suit on so no. She then says no problem lets go in our underwear. At that she stand up and unbuttons her shirt. As she unbuttons her shirt and her bra comes into view my cock starts to stir. She takes the shirt off and. .. Eric, and I love you." and he kissed her back. First on her lips and then moving his way down the soft nape of her neck. 'How he wanted that neck! How he wanted her!' He would wait till their wedding night for the transformation."I have an idea!" he said "Let's go skinny dipping!" and he got up quickly pulling her up."Okay, sounds like fun!" she replied. and they started pulling off their clothes. She had been wearing a long black skirt and a white lace blouse and he was in his black. I was confused, yet smitten. My feelings and emotions had me stunned, yet I was infatuated. This was another first. I was baffled that I was being drawn to him. Prior to tonight I had never even dared dream that such a thing could happen to me.Suddenly I was so aware of my lithe, smooth shaven body and my feminine self. He drew my flat stomach against him and held my teensy waist. In my very high heels and feeling almost naked in my skimpy dress, I was feeling female and feline beyond any time.