She gasped and jerked then seemed to catch herself. She squeezed her eyes and mouth tightly closed with dismayed disgust. She shook her head negativel... and made a whining sound. I reached down and lay my hand on top of her grasping hand. I guided the stream so it played over her entire face.I heard Jennifer exclaim close behind me. "Oh, gross!"My warning must have been effective. I took my hand away. Brittany held the streaming flow to her face as I had commanded. I watched the steaming piss. (Is this a word by the way)? But Kim doesn’t end there, while installing the baby, she puts her right leg under her left, opens her legs, puts a cushion on her arm and plugs the baby. Of course she knows I’ve got a view up her robe. 

“Like what you see”
“Love what I see”
“So what are you gonna do about it?”
“Not much I CAN do now, is there?”
“Sure there is, you can finish what you started the other day when I was sleeping here and you were looking up my nightgown.”
“I don’t think I can do that. (FYI, this is as good a place tomention this as any; the joke was on me. Other than me, mom, Aunt Sue,her husband and Alice, absolutely no one knew I was really a boy. Youjust can't trust anyone these days, I did get a bit pissed when mom toldbe just before the wedding march but I had gone too far to back out now,and I don't think I really wanted to, I felt go nice wearing thisdress,)Alice had to give me a little shove to get me walking; I was all rightthen and did my duties as a flower. He’s even more toned underneath all that denim and old leather and I count seven tattoos on his body: the bird behind his ear, the wings on his back, the cross on his shoulder, the writing on his forearm, the Claddagh symbol on his wrist, the string bow on his rib and the snake on his ankle. Soon, I’m not only observing his tattoos, but what lies beneath them. His olive skin, his toned muscles, his… I have to look away once he notices me staring. ‘Like what you see?’ he asks and there’s that.