He paused, his eyes falling on the gap between my thighs.At my red panties molded to my shaved pussy lips. Could he see the wet spot? I must have soak...d through my panties. The material was so thin. I could feel it clinging to my vulva and labia, outlining every intimate detail.He cleared his throat and kept talking about cell division. I think.I just watched him as he marched back and forth. He tried so hard not to look between my thighs, but he did. He kept glancing at me, sweat beading his. Actually, they looked nice. "Ithould gif you a pedicure too, but there ith no time. Maybe tomowwow."One thing I did notice is that the sissies didn't wear any jewelry,even earrings. I asked Sissy Heather why. "Girlth wear jewewry.Thithies don't," she answered, as though it made perfect sense.Finally, Sissy Heather picked up a small bottle. "Perfume," she showedme. She took out the stopper, which had a glass rod attached and put adot on each wrist. "Wub them together," she directed. I did and I. ' 'James Crawford,'" Ben said."Does that ring a bell with you, Don?" Jorge asked."Not with me," he answered. "Bebe?"He looked to John and was surprised to see he was crying. "Bebe?" She'll be fine," Joanne explained, quietly. "She's just relieved."When Don looked back to Jorge, he had out his phone and was holding up afinger. "Hi, Jan," he said into the phone. "This is Dr Martinez. Youknow Jimmy, the new maintenance guy? Yeah. What's his full name?" Hewaited. "Great. Thanks, Jan." Well," he. After a while I noticed that my wife's top button on her blouse had come open and was exposing her cleavage and you could see the top of her lacey black bra. I wasn't the only one to notice as I could see Simon trying to have a crafty peak but it was a bit hard from where he was sitting. After a while Simon put the kids to bed, and my wife and her friend were getting through the bottles of wine as it was my turn to drive.We were laughing and joking and my wife was sitting on the floor.