She was in the room less than six feet away from the room she would be visiting: her patient’s room, and she had an all-access room card provided by...Michelle through one of her friends.Mrs Wild then got up and walked across to the dressing room table, where there was a picture of a lady who looked in her forties. A portrait one, which was quite recent, when she was out shopping, looking quite happy, her blue eyes smiling and her short brown hair freshly dyed a lighter shade of brown.“Oh, dear. And four trannies. Well threedefinitely, and four could be women, but..."This train of thought served only to confuse her more and the time flew asshe danced and drank and had shouting-right-into-the-ear conversationswith about half of the circle of obviously long term friends. She learnedand promptly forgot names, and had to strain to glean clues so shewouldn't embarrass herself, by getting them wrong having already been toldthem. She discovered that two of those she had thought women were. Then I looked around and couldn't help but smile a bit, sincewe had gotten some attention from guys watching us and pointing."Um Paul, it looks like we have an audience. Sorry but they're probablygoing to give you a hard time. Unless you just want to tell them you wereexplaining stuff to me to save face," I told him with a devilish grin.Looking around Paul started to look a bit embarrassed, he just said,"Great, that's all I need as if they didn't give me a hard time beforefor being a couple of. She brought some cold drink and we talked for a while. I could not hold on to my emotions very long and said that I want to kiss to break the ice. She readily agreed and came near me. This time we stood and kissed each other for like 10 mins. Slowly, my hand dropped on to her boobs and I started to give her a gentle massage. Now, both my hands were on her boobs and we were kissing each other as if it’s the last day. Her boobs were so soft that even today I could remember the pleasure and she.