"What kind of books do you write?" she then asked."Book," I thought silently, quickly if I'd wanted to be honest and correct her. But I didn't. "Oh, f...ntasy mostly ... but not the typical variety of a lot of authors," I told her already sensing that Fantasy wasn't obviously part of the genre she was used to reading. "The difference being, my Elves, Gnomes and Dwarves have intimate relations."She laughed at that, once again her smile lighting up her face, her eyes sparkling in the morning sun. This feltgreat.I picked out white nylon/cotton briefs with scalloped lace on the sides.I picked these out because they were several like them. If I had an"accident," I could take them home and she wouldn't miss them. I slippedthem on. I love the look of my small bulge in the briefs that was a bittoo big for me. I ran my hands up my legs, over the panties, then mywaist and the bra. This was so fucking hot.I tried on business suits, dresses, pencil skirts, and blouses. I triedon her lingerie:. "Oh yes" she giggled and ground her pussy into my face as I pushed my tongue into her and found a strawberry, getting it out though wasn't as easy as I'd thought, but finally it oozed into my mouth along with a few deliciously tangy drops of urine and mum then took her sister's place!The cream was dripping into her panties, soaking into the thin white cotton, but there was enough left in her sweet little cunt to add a very different taste to the urine flavoured strawberry!I thought I was going. Puttinga white plastic bibbed apron and the gloves on, she grabbed a large pinkjar and began rubbing the contents all over my body. She applied a thickcoating everywhere except my upper face and head. She had covered myhair in a pink plastic shower cap. In no time it began to burn and stinkmaking me hop from one foot to the other asking her for relief. All shedid was smirk and tell me to stop complaining. After what seemed like anhour she shoved me into the shower and turned on the cold.