She didn't have long to ponder that humiliation, though, as the door to the bathroom opened in front of her to make it even worse.From within the bath...room, a young girl stepped out and stopped just short of the puddle Christy had made. She looked down at it and then back up at Christy's now soaked pants, a look of surprise on her face. "Did... Did you have an accident, Miss Christy?"At this point, Christy wasn't sure how to respond. Wetting your pants in front of a small child would be fairly. In the years since college she sometimes found herself alone on the computer when her husband, Brian, was out of town. She would watch girl/girl movies on various websites. They always made her wet but most of the girls were plastic and you could tell that they were faking it. When left to her own imagination, Lisa's fantasies revolved around real women, real women who looked like Shelly or Pamela. Strong, confident and, yes, butch women were what Lisa was drawn to and standing in front of her. The responses he got back were almost instantaneous, both responded yes they would be able to share the evenings. He then started to plan what he would take with him for his alter ego to wear, certainly his female friends bra and her panties. All of which had been secretly laundered as was his own femme clothes. Wednesday evening he carefully packed them in the bottom of his case under the false bottom including his make up. Then he packed his day clothes on top. Thursday morning he got up. Your face is all red," Holly fussed. "I think you're gettingsunburned." she went over to her bag and grabbed some sunscreen. "Let me putsome stuff on you." "You don't have to do that. I'm fine." I just wanted Holly to go back tothe counter before she realized what was happening. I was trying not to makenoise but my body was being pushed forward with each stroke and I was startingto pant as I approached orgasm. "Nonsense. What are friends for?" Holly began rubbing cream on my.