” He stood beside the table – eyeballing Charlene’s mostly bare body - and asked, “Now what can I get for you?”Tommy asked, “Is it fair to...assume that you’re Dewey?”“Nope,” replied the older man, “that was my father. I’m George.” His eyes were angled downward, focused on Charlene’s short skirt and bare legs.Tommy continued, “Okay then George, I think we’re going to need some menus.”“No menus,” came the reply, “Burgers is all we got and the only choices you have is how you want them cooked and. Casey ran up behind her Mom hugging her waist. She was in a sun dress and sneakers.“where are your shoes?” Helen scolded.“I don’t like them, they make my feet hurt” Casey said. Just then the rest of her family was gathering at the door.“thanks for doing this again, we’ll see you there” Helen said. I took Casey by the hand and walked over to our car. “you’ll like the shoes when you grow up” I said to her.“Yours are pretty” Casey said looking at my heels. We all got in the car and Chris drove us. When Harry comes up for air, he leans back, holding your globes from beneath, getting a really good look. You smile, putting your arms behind your back to thrust your chest forward, giving him great value for his money. "Can I really slap them?" he asks. "You paid for the privilege." At first, Harry's slaps are gentle, but as you continue to smile and offer yourself, he begins to hit moderately hard, making your jugs jiggle. "Wow, I never did this before. It's fun!" Harry says. "Go ahead and. I light a VS 120 Menthol and take a deep drag, I just love being a sissy smoker. I think it may be because I was raised in a family of only smoking women. I loved it when I was taken to restaurants for dinner in NYC where all the elegant ladies would smoke so sensually.I came to crossdressing rather early trying to fit into my mother's bra and sneaking her cigarettes into the attic to smoke while her bra lay on my chest ( she was too small a size alas, a lass). In the attic there were piles of.