" So what is the problem with that?" Bloody hell, where do I start? First, I would have to get some women'sclothes. I suppose, I would need make up an..., probably, a wig. I wouldneed to get women's shoes. I would need a convincing story of why I wasthere and what my background was. I would need to get dressed up and notlook a total freak. All that pales into insignificance, against whatwould happen to my reputation. As soon as it was known, in the force,that I had gone under cover in drag, my. At about 1.00 in the afternoon the phone woke me from my slumber and I stumbled out into the lounge room and grabbed the phone. "G'day mate." It was Goodie. "You got me ute?" "Yeah mate it's out the back. Safe and sound." What followed was about 2 hours of silence. Or al least it felt like 2 hours. "That was pretty wild last night hey?" he said "Yeah reckon." Was all I could muster. "She was pretty wild." "Me mate Bucko is coming up from Melbourne this arvo and we thought we. A co-worker perhaps? A neighbor? Someone, who up until now, has only seen the Jessie that was buttoned-up. Always in control. What would they think of her now, seeing her like this? Completely exposed and sexually aroused.She didn’t have time for further contemplation as she saw two men carry in a dark leather Club Chair and place it in the middle of the room. The chair was heavily padded with a slight tilt to the back to allow for a comfortable recline. The arms of the chair were high and. I thought to myself also of being oblivious to the erotic treasure lurking just inches away from where I touched those soft wonderful thighs. I realized the adventure of today was set in motion years ago. We were on a collision course! “You sure seem to like that hair down there, don’t you? I thought of trimming it some,” she commented. “Please don’t, it’s great the way it is, I replied. I began to run my fingers through her patch, going ever lower with each pass…soon feeling the upper.