"I smiled and pointed at the sign in the window. "You do alterations?" I asked. Just making conversation, I had actually seen Rose's husband back in t...e back working at a sewing machine on several occasions."Yeah?" she said."That would be some trick," I said. "Quite an alteration, Men to Women."She laughed and nodded. "Oh, yeah. That is best one we do!"I laughed too, delighted that she had gotten the joke I was making. "Well, you just be careful with my clothes, okay?"She nodded again, almost a. I had names and numbers to call on Parade day to get directions for lining up. Turns out that this is something of a variable, not just from year to year, but from day to day as the parade drew closer. Some people assumed the Harley folks were collectively disreputable, and tried now and then to put a crimp in their parade plans. The last minute fluctuations seemed to take care of that problem pretty well.I drove around Santa Rosa for a couple of hours, just crisscrossing the streets, trying to. I could feel her bending my penis down as the tip of her tongue flicked back and forth across the arrowed cleft on the underside of the head. Squeezing and massaging the firm, round cheeks of her ass, I twirled my tongue round and round in the fleshy folds of her sex. As I did, I felt her lips close back down around my cock as her hand began to work up and down it while she sucked. I had found heaven . . . and it was good—Mother's hips were slowly rocking up and down as she painted my lips and. It all sounded good. "Does she have a job?" "She does a little bit of modeling and bit part acting in TV and movies. Enough to keep her busy without making too many demands on her life." Now Sheila was out of the shower, and had dried off. She put on a lacy black bra and matching thong panty. She stepped into a pair of shiny silver short-shorts, and put on a tight black T-shirt. She sat down at her vanity, and reached for her nail polish remover. Apparently, it was time for a fresh coat... This.