She laughed each time. I dropped her foot and reached across and kissed her. Was I falling in love? I didn’t care at this moment; it felt so right, ...o good. We kissed for a long time wrapped in each other’s arms, light headed with love, lust … and champagne. My fingers explored her body, slippery with the water and the soap I rubbed onto her. My breasts against hers, my legs scissoring with hers as we slipped closer, becoming one and our pussies kissed in sync with our mouths. After an age we. Her general work uniform consisted of a black knee high skirt, with a red blouse and black waist high jacket. Stylish yet understated. The only thing that set her apart were her shoes, red-black 8 inch stilettos with a rounded toe. Pierre la Wong had designed these for his summer collection last year and she simply needed to have them, of course being a personal friend of Monsieur la Wong never hurt and she got them for a good price. Stella Hurst was 26 years old and worked for a modeling. Back behind his cart again, he was off to by a few more things.Unbeknownst to him, he now looked entirely like a woman. The floral print top he also wore to work had captivating details: a drawstring V-neck and sheer sleeves with tied bell cuffs. Sitting in the front of his cart was his black handbag that carried all of his essentials. Didn't he leave his purse in the car? Or was it his briefcase?He had on subtle make-up and had shoulder length brown hair. He looked every bit the businesswoman. She traded places with Divya and got on her hands and knees between Divya's legs. Shiela looked up at me and smiled. Mmmm her pussy smells so sweet, I hope it taste as good as it smells. Shiela leaned forward and dragged her tongue up Divya's pussy and flicked it at her swollen clit. Mmmm it does. Shiela started going down on Divya. To my knowledge, this was the first time Shiela had ever been with another woman. We had talked about it during the heat of passion, but I never imagined it would.