most definitely not a man, are you?' Now it was my turn to give her meaningful looks - mainly at her full, shapely breasts pushing against her cotton T shirt. She laughed out loud now, and vampishly thrust her chest out and juggled her tits. 'No, I'm all woman. But I bet I could still manage to pee in this bottle anyway'. At which point, naturally, I had to play along and call her bluff, which was all the excuse she needed. 'Prove it', I said. 'But you'd better make sure you