If I weren't so nervous I would have realised how nice the summer breeze felt on my legs. As I reached the car the couple passed, saying "Hello". I co...ldn't speak. I just nodded at them as they continued on their way. I watched them go by. No giggles. No looking behind suspiciously. No whispered asides. *They thought I was a woman!* What else would I be? They saw a person with long hair, lipstick, a blouse, skirt and heels. Of course I was a woman. They had no reason to suspect otherwise.. If Jackie thought anything of my girlfriends she said nothing, which was weird because we could talk about everything else.She had this way of flirting which seemed natural and fun; the customers responded to it and so did I. I'm not sure she was even aware she was doing it, but she had this way of making you feel at ease, like you were the smartest, funniest guy in the room. She tried to explain the niceties of hockey to me; I tried to enlighten her on football. We could talk all night about. Well, after about 15 minutes, it was enough. Anal sex was okay, but my pussy likes cocks better than my asshole does. Then i yelled out, “California Rule of Professional Conduct 3-120.”Mike yelled back, “What the hell are you talking about. Those are my rules of conduct. I'm the lawyer here.”I shot back, “Like i said Rule 3-120. Lawyers can't have sexual relations with their clients. My parents are lawyers and i learned that from them.”Mike kept fucking me and screamed, “You little vixen. You. I stopped at her open doorway and froze. She didn't see me at first, because she was busy holding a really silky piece of lingerie in front of her and examining it in the mirror. I salivated as I pictured Mom dressed in that thing. My penis expressed its approval, too. The lingerie was a pale blue babydoll with spaghetti straps and what looked like a really low neckline. I could see her reflection in the mirror as she evaluated herself, and I knew it would barely reach the top of her thighs..