The teacher reached underneath and cupped her trembling cheeks with a soothing hand. He used the other hand to press the thermos hard against her vagi...al lips hoping to keep all her urine inside the container. She looked up into his eyes and saw that he was much interested in the geography of her private parts and smiled at her shaking excitement.It all proved too much and her bladder let go with a silent surrender and a flood of warm pee right into the thermos and all over the professor's. One item caught his eye, a magazine that discussed many sexual diversions, with reader’s letters given a prominent place. He smiled. In the three weeks they’d lived together, he hadn’t realized she subscribed to such a sexy journal. This will be more fun than TV, he thought, taking the magazine back to bed. Soon, he stroked himself and read of impromptu couplings, threesomes, semi-public sex, and the like. Then he came across one fateful letter. I’ve enjoyed crossdressing since late high. I hug the toilet for a little while trying not to be sick and then while I’m alone I decide that I really do need to sleep. I slowly walk to the first bed I can find and collapse on top of it, closing my eyes and drifting off. Waking up slowly an unknown time later, my eyes are blurry as I search around the unfamiliar room. I feel a lot less nauseous as I touch my body up and down. I run my hands down to my tummy feeling my bare skin. I’m naked but I don't recall getting naked. I close my eyes. ’ ‘Yes, although my little cottage is a little cottage, I do have room for a double bed!’ Denise replied. ‘So sometimes, yes.’ ‘Okay. So if you two aren’t going to be, er, ‘fooling around’ I guess, then, what? Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays one, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays the other and on Sunday I get to rest?’ ‘Well, that’s certainly one way, Stan,’ said Anne. ‘Another question: If we’re going to be ‘We Three’, then what do we say about seeing others?’ ‘Others?’ asked Stan. Anne just.