She seemed to be alone, although she knew someone must have pressed her Activate button.Her first response was wonder why she'd been moved from the ba...ement wardrobe to one of the rooms in the house. A room she recognized as familiar, yet also different in the small details.Her second response was to deal with the flood of data arriving from her new body.Darlene was lying on a soft bed naked, which didn't bother her in the least. It was best for her to be lying down this way since she might. Iachieved some level of grace and rhythm, or at least learned how to fakeit. Finally, with Mademoiselle Boucher formally retiring the cane, sheoverused on my keister, I graduated. It took, by Mademoiselle Bouche'scalculations, three times as long with me as any other pupil, but itworked, eventually. It took years, but I finally became a decent, fairto the middling ballet dancer. My last recital at her studio, which wasflawless, the old bird cried. She had 'broken me', but apparently Ialmost. Yes, I thought, it was cum. My son had been jacking off quite a bitlately. I could feel my own reaction to the idea. I felt a tingling inmy pussy. Imagine, I thought, my son with a hard, throbbing cock! Icould feel my pussy getting wet then, just thinking those words. The shower stopped down the hallway, and I could hear the showerstall slide open. My son was naked, getting out of the shower. Ithought of his lean, hard body, standing there, with his hands movingover his hard. It was not long before Max's cock was hard enough, I pulled him from my mouth and took his place on the pillows, just as the girl had done in the porn movie minutes earlier. Max knelt between my legs and I guided his glistening hard cock into my slit. Unlike the slim plastic vibrator, his cock felt warm and alive. I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, he leaned down and kissed me, Ryan was now awake and knelt next to us and watched while he stroked his stiff cock. Slowly, Max began to thrust.