As he motor boated my boobs and prepared them for salt, I ran my hand up his inner thigh. He quickly took his shot and turned me towards the bar. He ...xtended his arm as an offering for my salt. I licked his wrist and sprinkled it with salt. He pressed his crotch against my ass and had his other hand running up my thigh under the front of my skirt. I took my shot and felt his rough masculine fingers run along my shaven pussy(I wasn’t wearing panties either). He rubbed my soft clit for a. Then we’ll play.”Intrigued, Beatrice hurried into the room off the hall. To her amazement, a set of clothes was laid out neatly on the bed. It was all there: the same light blue party dress, the same panties, petticoats, ankle socks, and shiny black mary-janes she had worn on the day of that tragic party so many years before.She was elated – and not a little excited. She felt a frisson running through her body like lightning; her pussy juices started to soak her black lace panties.She couldn’t. This timethey were not. This was because the words were just confirmation on whatwas already known by everyone in the room."Son I am so proud of you. I always accepted you being a crossdresser. Ishould have told you, but thought that me saying so would havedisrespected your privacy. I thought you would have been embarrassed byyour old man knowing and you would have thought I did not see you as aman.What you are doing today makes you more of a man than all those boys whowould put you down for. "Alright but I need to get something first." He left the room and returned with what looked like a futuristic pussy pump. He placed it on her pussy and it emitted a strange noise and then he threw it away. "What was that?" She asked him. "Oh of course you're from the past, it's your basic contraception. Emits an energy through your pussy that eradicates all traces of semen as if they didn't exist. Perfectly safe and now I can go down on you without tasting my own cum." He explained. "Well then.