She pulled me upward and I gasped as I suddenly found myself with a handful of soft tit. Even through the shirt I could feel Heather was wearing no br... and the hard pebbles of her nipples pressed hotly into my palms.I leaned forward and - even over the chanting of the crowd - I could hear Heather sigh lightly as I fondled her breasts. Once she was sure my hands were not straying from their current positions she released my wrists. One of her hands reached between our bodies to stroke the shaft. "You mean you are a guy?" He laughed short feminine laugh at my expense when I nodded. Then he got quiet and said in a barely audible voice. "My name is Shirley, Shirley Westmore." "The Channel six weather girl?" I asked. "Mhmm." He nodded. "Scott Bevens, pleased to meet you." I thought I sounded a little silly with my feminine voice. Shirley said. "Well Scott, you should probably clean that stuff off your face and we should probably get dressed." I found the bathroom as well as how short I had. What happened next was even more amazing.She pulled her hand from between her legs and it was shiny with her fluids. She immediately wrapped her hand around my iron hard cock. Then she slid her hips forward and butted her cunt up against the underside of my cock. She started to jerk my cock and as she did, her thumb would graze up and down her pussy. She began to grind her hips into me as she did it and started moaning. “I'm gonna jerk your big fat cock with my pussy juice-” she moaned. . “Why don’t you find a table? I’ll bring drinks.”“Okay ... The usual.”Carter set his tray on the table and handed her a tumbler of soda. Valerie stared at it. “Why are the glasses red? Didn’t they used to be clear?”“They’ve been red all term.”“I thought they used to be clear.” She set the glass on the table.“Nope, they’ve been red all along. Always red plastic glasses for soda. Don’t you remember?”“I guess I never noticed ‘til now.”“Is it a problem?”“I ... The red obscures the color of the.