I had to laughas I saw flapper dresses, wool skirt suits, silk pantsuits, lounge wearand much of the other things a woman and girl would wear from the...ineteen twenties to the styles that seemed to come from the future.Okay, as children, Joyce and I were in dress-up heaven as we exploredthose trunks. It was then I found many books about herbal drugs forwomen. We found many boxes that contained female hormones, birth controlpills and sexual devices that I hid and kept.I read all the books, as I. She asked me to hold the end as she adjusted the pallu. Since the saree was a bit tight, she asked me whether I could insert it into the gap between her hip and the saree. Accidentally, my fingers touched her cold navel and I could sense her shudder at the contact. I removed my hands by accident and she finished draping her saree. We headed out to the shop.She decided to try a few sarees. She was trying few of them on and asked me when she was confused between a green and a yellow one. I asked. Mistress chuckles, “She is kneeling between my legs eating my pussy.” The waitress gasps, and I hear her stammer “That’s not allowed!”Mistress replies, “It’s OK. The tablecloth is long, and no one can see. The only people that know are the two of us.” I hear her walk quickly way.Mistress grabs my hair again, and pulls me tightly against her pussy. It’s all I can smell, and taste, but I force myself to keep sucking and licking. In time she shudders an orgasm against me, and I breathe a sigh of. Even though I have a steady girlfriend who is nothing short of amazing, I couldn’t help but feel aroused whenever I was around Courtenay. I also accepted the fact that it’s human nature to be attracted to the opposite sex and got back to work when the moment is over. I don’t think you can blame me for being attracted to Courtenay, because not only is she a fine looking woman, but also she had personality to boot. Whenever we talked, it was easy to see that we have so much in common and have.