.."He cocked his head and considered while he slowly bent to pull up hispants. "No. We're OK. I mean, they might want to renegotiate somethings but no...hing major."He pulled himself up straight and tall to buckle his belt, looking muchmore powerful and confident than a few minutes before."Do you need help organizing your presentation?" I asked, peeking myhead around enough to indicate the mess on the bed while remaining inthe hall.Tom adjusted his clothing right in the doorway, a couple of feet. Promise me, though -- No catfights tonight."We both laughed. Gosh, I was having fun with her.As the night progressed -- I got up and I sang `Man! I feel like a woman!'and I got a standing ovation. More drinks. Hugs from guys. Yes, again --some guy tried to grab my ass. I guess I was finding out what it was liketo feel like a woman. Karen was videoing things.Needless to say -- I, or rather, we won the $1000 first prize. On the wayout, Karen mentioned she had met someone who told her about. Even though I was not able to see anything, the whole experience and noisy pissing sound coming just in front of me, made my dick move. I was enjoying the situation thinking about how my neighbor Aunty is sitting in that urinal pissing and not bothered about me standing in my underwear just outside the gate. I decided to be a bit bold. I kept my bathroom door open, and kept on putting soap on myself.She came out and was turning to leave the place. But, I started chatting to her again and. Strangely no sound came out. She didn't know it but at hersize the pitch of her whistle was too high for humans to hear.She saw Stan's foot hanging off the edge of the couch and made her wayover there. Stepping up onto the rub was like stepping into thick driedgrass. It was stiff and hard under her feet. And dirty. Was everythingalways really this dirty? She looked down at her feet and saw they werecovered with fuzzballs and dust and small hairs. That they'd beensplattered with cum and saliva.