Tutu: requested by Anonymous

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Jon worked in the building as the janitor where the dance studio was.

He had a secret crush on their ballet instructor.

One day he plucked up the courage to ask her out and she just laughed in his face and told him that she would never go out with him.

She called him a filthy dirty person and how dare he speak to her.

He could not believe somebody so beautiful and talented on the outside could be so ugly and twisted on the inside.

That night he drank a little too much and stepped out into the road without looking.

He was killed by a car.

He saw a bright light and felt a pull towards it but he thought against it as he had unfinished business.

As a spirit he waited in the building until she turned up the next day to do her class.

He did not know if it would work but he walked into her body and found his soul connecting with hers.

It took him a few minutes to gain full control over her body.

He stood in front of the mirror and released her breasts from the tutu.

He stood there marvelling at the size and beauty of them.

He removed her tutu and admired her large plump ass.

So many times had he wanted to slap it and watch it jiggle.

He rolled out one of the maps in front of the mirror lay down and spread her legs.

The room was filled with the sound of pleasurable moaning and the smell of a wet pussy and he fingered himself to climax.

He was brought back to reality with the doorbell ringing.

Usually he has the janitor would answer it but he was no longer the janitor.

He's hastily pulled on her knickers step back into her tutu and zip her breasts away.

Red-faced and slightly sweaty headed down the stairs and let him the gaggle of girls.

He had watched so many of her lessons that he was pretty sure he could be tend to be her for as long as this lasted.