It was thick and warm and slick. It was nice and white, too, which reminded me of the shaving cream and smoke. For a second I wanted to bring my finge...r to my lips and taste that sexy juice … but for whatever reason that time, I did not do so. Instead, I washed the shower wall with the handheld shower head, and went and brushed my teeth (and gargled with mouthwash), got dressed, watched some TV, had lunch, and generally just basked in my newly-performed fetish.I did not have many more chances to. "I'm, oh god. I'm cumming. Oh god. Don't stop touching me. Oh fucking God. I'm cumming. Oh shit," she kept saying.And then after what seemed to be forever, she fell backward on the towel, lying there.She was panting, her boobs were moving up and down fast, her chest was heaving. and she was lying on the floor."Are you okay?" I finally asked.She pulled me against her. She opened her mouth. And we kissed.She pulled back, lay there for a second, and stared at me."Do you want to stop?" Justine. Then on her breasts indentations start to form, kinda like fingers slowly putting pressure on both of her breasts. Alice feels somthing touching her but she is in that dreamy state and just enjoys the feeling. The ghost fingers lightly massage both her breasts slowly inching closer and closer to her nipples. Her eyes are closed but now she is awake just feeling the erotic touch of somthing on her breasts. She just let's it continue, now intrigued by what is happening. The ghost fingers circle. Do you you like being out of your maid's dress?" Yes, Ma'am. But this red dress isn't a lot different." Are you kidding me? You get to dress like an adult. You're a prettylady, Julie.The kind of lady my husband would want to fuck."I hesitated. "He must be a fool," I said."He is," she said, but she smiled at me."Ah, here we are at Aunt Fred's. It's a trans bar, you know." Yes, Ma'am. Why are we here?" To kiss." Ma'am."She laughed. "They have a rally for trans kids. We both want to supporttrans.