Then, we kissed again and the glass of wine spilled down my front.'Oh, shit!' I exclaimed.'Sshhh,' she whispered and, lowering her face to my bosom, s...cked the wine from the fabric of my tee shirt. She cupped my breast with her free hand and squeezed it exploratively. I could feel the nipple pressing against my bra.'Mmmm. Boys must love your tits. They're such a nice size.' She raised her glass to her lips and took a long draught of wine. Then, as she kissed my parted lips, she opened her mouth. ’ ‘What?’ I asked. She continued, ‘So Mike grabs his beer and kisses me and tells me how great I am and stuff. He’s out the door and about five minutes later, there’s another knock!’ ‘No shit!’ I said. I had slowed the stroking as my cock was aching for release, but I wanted to hear what happened next. ‘Who was it?’ ‘So I open it up and there’s John’ [a recent addition to the band]. ‘He stares at my tits and says, ‘Wow, you know how to welcome a guest!” ‘You didn’t have a top on?’ I asked. I. My implant pinged me that a big lawsuit forced the company who owned the place mom rented to have at least one unisex locker and shower area to accommodate transgender people. After some back and forth, the lawyers agreed that it was acceptable to have male, female, and unisex changing rooms, so long as they were all connected to the same bathrooms and showers. The company who owns the building then brought up liability and safety concerns of having males and females being forced to shower with. Pamela made it home in time to greet her husband.She came over the next day after her husband had gone to work and her daughter had gone to school. She was worried. She had a funny feeling that he had been fooling around on her. So…she had been fooling around on him with Billy and me. After thinking about it for a moment she calmed down. I was right.Then she told me about her daughter. Jessica had missed her period. She hadn’t said anything about it but Pamela kept track of them both on a.