John's best friend Mark

"Who is there?" Asked a boy after opening the door. It was Mark, John's best friend, but since John had become Joan she hadn't seen or contacted him. Despite her slutty personality she hesitated to do so, until now.

"I beg your pardon, but is this the house of the Millers?" Joan asked in the best adult-voice she could make.

"Yes, that is here." Mark said and looked over the woman's body. Joan noticed his eyes alternating between her breasts and her face.

"Then I'm right." She said and put on a smile on her face. "You must know, I'm an old friend of your father and was around by chance."

"My dad isn't at home at the moment." Mark said lightly embarrassed.

"Oh, that's too bad." Joan feigned disappointment to Mark. "And I was hoping to meet him and have some fun catching up." She scratched her head like she had learned over the last week when she wanted to subtly flirt with somebody. "But that can't be helped." Joan framed her breasts by her arms and gently pressed them together. "Then give your dad regards from me." Joan slightly turned around as if she wanted to walk away, but that too was only an act.

"Maybe you can wait for my father to return." Mark said with a blush on his face. "He should return in some time and would clearly be happy to meet you." Joan knew that Mark was lying. His father wouldn't be home for the next three hours, giving her enough time to get fucked by Mark. "After you had come here extra to meet him, it's the least I can do for you." Joan saw that Mark's eyes were fixated on her breasts and that a bulge started to form on his pants. The big cock of Mark, that was around her former size as John at the last time she had seen it, was reacting to her.

"That would be so nice of you." Joan said, pressed her breasts even more together and lightly bowed giving Mark an even better look at her huge cleavage. Then she walked into the house making sure her wiggling ass "accidentally" brushed Mark's bulge.