I could tell that I was wet and ready, so I'm sure my lips opened right up giving them a view of my glistening pink pussy. I stepped down into the war... water, and let my body settle in so that the tops of my areolas were just peaking at them about the bubbles. The guys got in the hot tub, but to my surprise, they didn't take their shorts off. Right away, I gave them a hard time, as I wanted to get a little show in return! I told them that mine wasn't the only pussy in this tub! I think they. ..I was feeling like how Claudia often described me...a HOT MESS! Imoaned again in a feminine purr."Oh Ken." I purred in my best female voice, "I am so much enjoyingthis. You make me feel as if I am a complete woman."I knew that I disappointed him by declining his weekend invitation. Iwanted to somehow make it up to him. My painted nails made their way tohis stiff cock. I stroked it against his pants. It felt like a thick,stuffed sausage. He moaned. I grabbed his belt buckle with the otherhand. " Thank you, Doctor. It's been very helpful talking to you."As he went out the door, he glanced back. Damn! He could have sworn that he had been talking to someone else these past 45 minutes. The good doctor was feminine in a matronly way, with exaggerated, slightly sagging bosoms and generous padding from the waist down. Dr. Philippa Dixon, in person. But... he had the distinct memory that he had come in to talk to a Dr. Philip Dixon, a distinguished grey-bearded gentleman in his 60s, wearing. “I’m sorry,” she whined when I ignored her request, “I will wear them.”“No,. I know you don’t really want my clothes, so I’m going home.” She panicked as I started walking past the door and down the hall. She had to open the door and expose herself more to be able to see me.“Please, please stop. I will wear them! Please don’t leave me here like this!” She was frantic.I stopped for a minute about 20 feet from her., “Ok,” I said. “You can have the shirt.” She reached out her hand expecting me to.