I was totally digging this girl-boy in front of me. I pulled him to me and I could feel his dick and of course he could feel my hard on in his belly a... well. I sat down in the chair again and told Pete to lift his skirt and show me his panties. The panties were shear and I could see his hard dick sticking sideways. “Turn around.” I said and he rotated to show me his ass. I reached out to rub his ass through the fabric and this made Pete moan. I rubbed his ass cheeks with both hands for a minute. "Ana smiled reassuringly, but still rearranged herself so she could eat with no risk of the sheet falling down to her lap. "Don't worry, Ketaba. It must have been the wine. It's supposed to make people behave very strangely. You probably just weren't aware of what you were doing."Ana wasn't convinced however that Ketaba's behaviour wasn't symptomatic of deeper repressed feelings. She'd once been told that the really bad thing about alcohol was that it released people's inhibitions and let them. ‘Well hello Randy.’ She gave Dr. Phelps a quick peck on the cheek. ‘You remember Peggy.’ ‘Yes, of course. Hello Peggy. How are you?’ ‘I’m fine doctor.’ She smiled sweetly. ‘Well, sit down ladies.’ He motioned them over to a sitting area in his large office and they plopped down on a large overstuffed leather couch. Dr. Phelps sat across from them. Peggy was wearing a short skirt and Gabrielle noted with pleasure the way Dr. Phelps’ eyes lingered on Peggy’s legs as she sat and crossed her legs.. I didn’t feel safe until we were blocks away with no signs of pursuit. ‘That was too close,’ I said. ‘I somehow don’t see them being very forgiving of our taking the evidence.’ ‘Shit,’ she said. ‘We shouldn’t have taken it but what the hell were they doing waiting so long? They should have looked everything over on Saturday. There should never have been anything for us to find. Now we’re really committed because we can’t just turn it in. If my boss is involved, I can’t be sure who to trust now..