Why stop now?!As her orgasm swept over her, as her body rocked, and as she lost control: she pissed. And my face was still buried in her. It caught me...completely off-guard; I had most definitely not been expecting it. In disbelief, I moved my mouth out of the way of her shooting jets of piss, but it was too late. I already had a mouthful. I was about to spit it out in disgust, but then the taste hit me. Salty, a bit bitter, it was actually enjoyable. I swished it around and swallowed it,. "I don'tthink there is going to be a problem with that." I suppose not. Sorry for the suggestion." So you think the transplant was successful enough that I'll haveperiods and be able to have children?" It's still too early to tell. If you do have a period, then please letme or Dr Millard know. I'll go downstairs and let you finish gettingdressed."When Charlotte finished dressing she went downstairs to find Dr Smithwaiting at the foot of the stairs."Ms Baxter was on the telephone, so I waited. But she wanted to be in bed. She wanted her first proper time to be on a mattress, between the sheets. She stood up and led Martin into his bedroom, then undressed him, amazed at her own impulsiveness.She unbuttoned his shirt, kissed his lightly hairy chest, then grappled with his jeans until they hit the floor with a thud of the belt buckle. He helped her with his underpants and she stood there, waiting for him to come good on his promise to lick her all over.Martin made her sit on the bed. He. ‘Yes, I know’ I said, cutting her short ‘Are you sure you want to . . . you know. . .do this?’ My palms were sweating, Yvonne could be heard locking the door, a sort of finality, no turning back now. ‘Yes, I’m sure and don’t worry, I’m not a virgin’. Her face almost radiated pride as she said that, her smile beaming, sensuous red lips exposing her perfect, white teeth. ‘Oh! Right. . . ermm. . .’ I gestured for her to come over. I guided her to a vanity unit that contained a small washbasin and.