'"Steve, you know I don't drink." I said."Not because you don't like the flavor or the feeling, but more that you don't know what it tastes like." Yea..., but that's beside the point." I argued. "Try it Anne, and if you don't like it, I'm sure Angela or Larry won't be upset in taking it off of your hands."I grabbed the cracked can, and brought it to my lips. The taste wasn't something I was used to, but I kind of tasted the alcohol like I did when eating Steve's BBQ sauce."It's not bad, but...". " By the way, did you cum? I don't like to leave the gentle...er, ladynsatisfied." Don't sweat it. It's a pleasure. Just calm yourself down. Now, RockefellerCenter is the stop after this. Where are you headed off to?" 42nd Street. I'm staying at the Marquis." Ah, the Deuce. It's just a stop past Rockefeller Center." Thanks for the directions, hun. Thanks for staying with me. And thank you forthe fuck of my life. My friends won't believe me, but who cares! It's been apleasure, doll." No prob,". And suddenly I had a naked pussy in my face, I spread her legs so I could tease my fingers along her mound and on either side of her slit, sliding across her lips. I could feel the wetness dripping out of her and down her pussy lips. Out of curiosity I dipped my finger in and brought my wet finger tip to my mouth.The taste was phenomenal, it was extremely arousing to taste her feminine fluids. I was hooked.Without thinking what I was doing I grabbed her hips and pulled, she took my hint and. "My own sissy!" I said to Regina and we kissed, ourlips slithering against each other, smearing our carefully applied gloss.I peeled off her raincoat to reveal her black bra and shiny, sheerpantyhose, complete with erection pressed to her hairless, flat belly,wetly stained at the tip."Pleased to see me?" I caressed her cock through her hose. Leaningforward, I licked her ear and whispered, "Did you miss me, sissy?Practicing with your toys? I should have locked you up, you naughtygirl." I gently.