I had anaudience of two, a cub reporter from one of the local newspapers - theone nobody ever reads - and a woman reporter from WKYA - a radio station...that nobody ever listens to.Nervously I crossed my thighs and straightened up my dress which seemedto have a mind of its own and rode up a little. As I was sitting behinda desk I don't think either of my audience noticed. They looked bored.I had hoped that my press release headed 'Transvestite to run for Mayor'would attract a bit more interest. During that vacation, from time to time, after looking up or down her clothes; I would go to my bag, pull out the panties to smell her pussy smell infused with urine, sweat, cum as well as my cum. I did this the whole vacation and even brought those panties back with me. This happened 3 years ago and now the same woman who's panties I had with me for 3 years was coming to stay with me; I was most excited. The day finally arrived when she got here and I was very glad to see that figure wise she. I could hear the concern in her voice."Just two idiots that don't seem to understand the word 'no.' They're gone now so let's get our business taken care of," I said with a smile.Dean Wilson was known for her "white glove" standards and that was exactly what I got. Luckily, the kids had done a great job cleaning my room, there were only a few areas I need to touch up before she signed me off and wished me a good summer. I carried the last of my boxes to my car and checked my room for missed. But I insisted so she agreed for a 3rd shot. So she asked for ice cubes. I told her to take it from the refrigerator. When she was struggling to take, I went near her, placed my glass on her bareback, kept my face on her shoulder, and helped her.It must have sent her a chilled feeling. We came back to our seat. Since the TV was on the other side, I got seated on the same sofa with her. She just started to get high. I purposely made her pour the vodka on her saree and apologized. Reshma got.