The pipes in the old apartment building she lived in didn't like doing more than one thing at a time. Etiquette amongst the renters was to bang someth...ng metal on the pipes before you flushed. That way, anybody taking a shower on another floor could jump out of the water stream before getting scalded.As the water sluiced over her, Melissa tried to organize her thoughts. Her suit was hanging in the closet; it should be fine. Her cream silk blouse was in the pile for the cleaners, but it wasn’t. Her bladder was full so she sat on my cock with me on the toilet and her piss ran down through my pubes and over my balls into the bowl. She just rode me until I added my sperm to her day’s collection, then we showered and slept.I wasn’t going to waste my morning woodie so I dragged her to the bathroom and sat her down on my dick again, like last night. Before she could let her bladder loose, I started spraying inside her. She tried to jump off so I held her shoulders and growled, “Sit on it. It was a bit of a strange sensation but myheart swelled hearing this. It was the first time I had ever beenreferred to as 'she', removing whatever doubt I had left of Judy knowingthat I was really a boy.As I hadn't needed to remove my tights entirely, getting back into myuniform wasn't as much trouble as I thought it would be. After tuggingthem from my knees up to my waist, I pulled up my leotard over them,adjusting its sleeves a little to fit snug, putting it back to how itwas.It was the. . wow! You really are the whole package! But ... why did you ... you know, kiss me back? You clearly love my daughter and yet you ... kissed me with such ... ardor. Why?” Rachel blushed again.“Rachel, it’s just the two of us. We can speak the truth. There is chemistry between us. Sexual chemistry. There is heat. We find each other physically attractive. You’re a woman who still has those kinds of needs, you know. And yes, I love Sarah very much and would never hurt her. But that changes nothing.