He went right to thebathroom and washed his hair. Today was the day of the lakeviewstreet festival. Marty was going to make his first appearance int...e new town as Mary. How handy he thought, just get rid of the 't'and I have a feminine name, too. He shaved his face really close,and touched up his legs a little, too. He put in his contactlenses, and dried his hair with a blow dryer. He styled it outinto a feminine style, and used his moms curling iron to get thefront to curl like the girls. "I answer, "That's because it is a machine gun. I have an autonomous machine gun guarding the ventilation system."Maria exclaims, "What! A fucking mechanical machine gun guarding the ventilation system! What were you thinking?"I defend myself, "Hey, at the time it seemed like a good idea. But it does let us know someone is trying to get to us using the ventilation system. Come on, let's get to the equipment room where the ventilation ducts are."Present – Maria – In the tunnelsMore often than. The only time that Tommy could remember she cried was when she broke her arm. So when Tommy walked in a couple of minutes later he didn’t hesitate to try to comfort her. He knew that a hug can solve a lot of hurts.She didn’t really know it was Tommy who was hugging her but she thought it was. It felt so good and so warm that she started to feel better almost immediately. But she was crying because she wanted more than a hug, much more. Tommy had bent over to hug her so she got up to hug him. He was pretty filthy and unkempt. He was also wanking quite a decent size cock. When Donna saw it she watched him wanking for her. He came right over to her and she smiled at him. He reached up and roughly grabbed one of her tits. The poor old chap must have been well into his 60's if not older. He also stank of cheap booze but unlike Donna he was steadier on his feet. I got her to back up to the car before she fell over so she could rest on the bonnet. The old guy moved with her, still wanking.