Just another way for her toensure that she doesn't have to admit the truth to her self that I'mnot who she wants me to be. Really I don't mind as stra...ge as that maysound. I think that by wearing a dress people are more likely too seepast some of my more masculine features. A dress is so feminine afterall. The blouse is a different story. Mom thinks I should show off alittle more so she keeps buying me tighter fitting tops that fit to mycurves. Personally I'd prefer that no one take notice of. When I got to the shop I got out of my old beater and walked in through the door next to the loading dock and stopped to talk to Bud, the foreman."Hey, Tommy! How's it going? Enjoying your summer?" Yeah, except for my job it'd be perfect. Is Beth around?" I'll call up front and let her know you're here." Thanks, Bud," I said as I leaned against the loading dock railing and looked into the production area where a line of CAD/CAM machines were performing their ballet, turning metal blanks into. Stacy wondered about that. Her stomach was flat with a hint of musculature.She had stripped down to a comfortable pair of panties and now stood again. She looked down at Stacy in appraisal. She held out her hand to the younger woman. "Let's take a look at you." She helped Stacy stand up. Her hands were dry and a little rough, her fingers delicate and strong at the same time.Stacy had felt small and girlish around Betty. As she stood in front of Helen, she felt like a cow. Helen was two or three. The Spanish guy was close enough to feel his dick against my back. The Dutch guy witnessed while I was still sucking his. For now the Dutch was more or less passive while my Spanish buddy took care of my tits and nipples. I felt it would not take him much longer to cum. I looked at him to give him a chance to ask me to stop but he did not. Mr Spain in meanwhile found his way to my pussy. I sat on my knees, bending over Mr Dutch cock while Mr Spain fingered me gently from behind. When the guy.