Even at home, she wore sweats. This dress was snug around her waist and emphasized her bust and her hips. Her proportions were flawless. Her breasts w...ren’t so large that they over-balanced the rest of her body, but they were impressive and they bobbed in a captivating way as she pirouetted. The hem came to her knees and showed off her slim, muscled calves.“I’d be proud for anyone to know that you’re my mother.”Pride. Happiness.“Now, go and put on the blouse and skirt.”Disappointment.“But you. I have a very good figure and long shapely legs. I need to, in my line of work, as a part-time tranny escort and photographic model.I knew as I walked across the dance floor that I was drawing admiring glances from all the gay men, but there was only one that I had eyes for. Barbie, a friend from Germany, she had called me saying she was coming over on business and would I like to meet up when she was over, of coarse I said yes, She was a full-time high class escort and every time we got. This landscape seemed pretty barren compared to what she was used to, back in her village it was all green with trees everywhere and minimal monster sightings. Here it was almost like a desert and everything was brown, hopefully, she could get to the tower before it got too dark. The landscape seemed easy enough to traverse at least on the way to the tower it did.After what was only about a 15-minute walk she reached what she assumed was the front door of the tower, it must have been closer. I knew which beach she meant. I arrived at the beach about ten minutes later and looked at Simone, with just her sarong on, covering her 35dd/30/36 five foot eight inch tall figure. I looked over to see the sign, nude beach one side, gay/lesbian the other side. I bit my lip and thought what the hell as Simone walked over to me and gently kissed my lips. As Simone kissed me, her hands roamed, feeling my 46dd inch size breasts, gently massaging them. I looked at Simone and got out of the car. As.