Instead of dumping it in laundry basket, she started folding it tantalizingly slowly. She turned her back to me and unhooked the blouse and took it of.... When she turned facing me, I almost fainted as she unhooked and removed bra. Her heavy boobs with black areola and thick grape like nipples were so beautiful…..and she untied her petticoat knot and ever so slowly let it drop, almost as if she was doing a strip tease dance and turned away from me as it dropped. Her beautiful, well rounded. An adorably cute teenager was with her, maybe her daughter, with long brown hair and a nice figure too. Both of them were wearing loose ski jackets that concealed their top halves, but form-fitting ski pants, and it was almost hard to figure out which of the two had the more perfect butt. Without even thinking about it, I turned to them "I've got a 2-bedroom suite with just me in it tonight; you're welcome to stay in it, as my friends don't show up til tomorrow"She turned to look at me, and I. I thought I knew but asked, “What kind of personal business did you have in mind?”“I’m getting horny just talking with you. How about I give you $150 and you give me an hour enjoying the kind of business you give your clients?”“Fine by me as long as we don’t go beyond any of the rules SU has. I have a condom with me or should we use one of yours? Let’s take a shower together to start.”That was a problem because Roger’s office has a toilet and a sink but no shower or tub. I asked him about that. Becca's right- so what if I used to be a boy? I LOVEwearing women's clothing. I've loved it ever since I was little, and thefact that I'm able to wear a short dress, dark tights and high-heeledboots in public (not to mention nail polish and a copious amount of make-up) is a cause for celebration, not stress. The fact that, earlier today,I got paid just for wearing a girl's t-shirt for less than five minutesshould make me want to never be a boy ever again....And yet, as I wake up on Sunday.