It's not pee. I don't know what it is..."She ran a finger across my breasts, drawing the wetness to her nose. Jackie sniffed it, "doesn't smell like p...e," then slid it into her mouth. "Just tastes like water ... and pussy..." Seriously? It's not pee?" Don't think so. Try it." She collected more and pushed it under my nose.I inhaled and agreed it didn't have the bitter smell of urine. I let her slide her finger between my lips, tentatively tasting the fluids with my tongue. "It's ... it's just. Her level of prestige also demanded a higher standard of professionalism. While her team scoured the remote desert near the Persian Gulf in shorts and tank tops, she reserved herself to a white polo and khaki pants. This was not due to a lack of body confidence. Dr. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup breasts and ass were the better for it, but that was for herself and the occasional boyfriend she managed to avoid pushing away for. He creeps through the empty store, listening. Voices carry through the store and draw his attention to them. The voices lure him to the door to Fred’s office and he peers inside.Inside, Fred is positioned behind Rebecca and she is lifting her ass up high, offering her pussy to him. The fat man’s hands grip her hips. She is bent over the chair, both their backs, thankfully, are to the door. He slams his cock into her and quickly circles his hips to allow her to get used to the sudden intrusion.. To... crossdress... too..." His eyes were like saucers. He gleefully says "Let's start a crossdressing part!" as he slips off the desk and darts out of the room.I'm left slightly shocked by this, and he comes back in 5 minutes later completely taking me aback. He's changed, into a pair of thick black tights, a tiny little red wrap around skirt and a white strappy tank top. He's also wearing a pair of silver strappy wedding style shoes at least two sizes too small, but they have a heel and I'm.