When I woke the birds were singing the happy song of morning and my maids were laying out my clothes into piles as I lay upon my bed.nn"What are you doing, then?"nn"Master Cassipe has ordered us to pack your things. You are heading to Caldor today, miss."nnThis brought a flurry of excitement, the kind of which I was prone to and which made Cassipe either smile or glower depending upon his mood. He told me it was childish to feel such surges of excitement, but how could I not, when life brought such wonders? At this time yesterday I was a mere girl, and now I was a woman, a woman who knew the pleasures between men and women, and I was headed for Caldor.nn"Please ma'am, do not be so jubilant, your father has been in a fit all day, wracked with sadness. Master Cassipe is trying to convince him you must go."nn"Dress me quickly, please."nn"Here ma'am," one of the maids held up a more daring gown. The bodice dipped low on the chest and previously a flesh colored panel had kept it most modest. nn"What happened to the front?"nnThey exchanged looks. "Master Cassipe ordered changes made while you were sleeping. He said your wardrobe must be fit for a woman."nnSo many things were different already, had that one act really changed so much?nnAll my clothes were white but I looked at the stacks and saw blues and greens. "What are these?"nn"Cassipe ordered them a fortnight ago.

Acting persons:nnSandra Blackmore (53); Po Ling (18)nnPo Ling was on an exchange programme of her school in Hong Kong and had the chance to spend a whole year in Bristol. She was a shy, young girl of 18. She was only 1,65 m in height and her body was all quite tender and slim. Her breasts were firm and round like small plates. They were not very big, but perfectly fitted to her body. The colour of her skin was a typical Asian exotic darker and it was very soft. Her face was pretty, young and soft and tender looking, with full red lips, a beautiful nose and the typical shaped-shaped, exotic looking dark, brown eyes. She wore her dark, almost black hair down to her chin.nnShe was in England now for almost two month but had due to her shyness not really found any real friends. She lived in a small flat on her own. One of her favourite places when there was rainy weather ??“ and in Bristol the weather was rainy very often ??“ was the biggest department store of the city.nnShe was hanging around there on this day, too and tried some perfumes. There was one she really liked, but it was very expensive. Out of a strange mood she decided to steal it. She had never stolen anything before and she wasn??™t really considering what she was doing. She just looked around and put it into her handbag. She wanted to leave then, but suddenly a hand grabbed her at her shoulder. ???Hello, little Lady!???, a male voice said in a harsh tone. ???Might I take a look into your bag?

This is the second part of a story so please read the first part first! If you have already read it: a short comprehension: Shari, a young black student girl, born in a poor family, comes to Boston for studying at the university. At searching a room to rent, she gets to know mature Christine Fisher, a rich, white BBW-lady, who is offering her to live in her big flat for free, if Shari is prepared to spend some time with her. Shari is somehow attracted to the experienced, mature, feminine lady and even agrees to share her bed. They get closer to each other from day to day and have a common masturbation session.nnWhen Shari awoke the next morning, after that unbelievable hot masturbation session she had shared with her mature lady, she was still cuddled very close to Christine and her head still rested at the soft, big, white breasts. The 53year old woman was still fast asleep. Shari had to get to the university and so she silently left the bed ??“ but not before she had placed a very soft and shy kiss to both her breasts. nnShari was absent minded and in a constant state of a kind of arousal all day. She couldn??™t stop thinking about the last night. Her mind always drifted to the somehow very fascinating, in a very special way so erotic body of her 25years older house lady. She didn??™t know herself what she found so exciting in a 53year old, considerably overweight white woman. She had never spent a second before thinking about any woman, less somebody of Christine??™s age and figure. And now that she had seen this woman naked she couldn??™t get her picture, the looks of these gorgeous, white, a little sagging breasts, big like melons, her curvy voluptuous arse, her soft, big belly and this feminine, well-cared-for face out of her mind. nnShe didn??™t know where to put her feelings, for this lady. Was she really having some lesbian fantasies about a much elder woman? She was not lesbian, she had been with two boys before and never been sexually attracted to any woman or girl. And if she really were attracted to her, would the woman be attracted to her?nnChristine had also said something about a surprise last night? What could that be?

Chapter 1: Neighborhood PartynnIt had been a month now, and the shock and surreal memory has given way to a realism in my mind.nnThe party had been a good one, loud, full of our friends and lots of drink. In fact, at some point in the late night, I began to fall asleep in my chair and I felt David's arms around my waist hoisting me up the stairs with the help of a neighbor, Phil, I think. They were pretty drunk too, and they giggled as they carried me to my bed.nn"What do you think, Tim, take her clothes off as a reward?" Phil said, slurring his words like the smirk on his face. But they didn't, they just pulled a cover over me and left me to my sleep.nnIt wasn't until I woke up at 3AM and got up to go the bathroom that I realized someone was still partying on the pool deck below. The moon was bright and I could see the shapes of two people in the pool.nnStill half asleep, I stood watching them for a moment as they hoisted out of the water. She was slim, her white bra and panties shown brightly under the moonlight. I quickly recognized my next-door neighbor, Joyce. She has surprisingly large breasts for a small girl and keeps herself trim. I watched as she knelt in front of her husband Jeff, half concealed by the shadow of our tall garage gable. Her small hand reached to fondle his cock. I should have turned away of course, but I couldn't. My eyes strained to see more detail in the moonlight. nnShe slipped his shorts down, catching first on his erect cock and then dropping in a sodden, white pool at his feet. I watched intently, feeling guilty, but finding it too erotic to stop. He helped her to her feet, her hand still surrounding his cock.