" I didn't have any real answers for her. "I guess from the first time I wore that dress home because I spilled dye on my clothes, I have known that I...liked wearing girls clothes, It's like a light went on or something. Mar?. Mom, let me try it. I guess that I feel more comfortable like this than before. I'm so small that I was always picked on or ignored, heck, most of the girls in my class were even bigger than me! This way, I fit in better and I like it better." "I see. Can we talk again. Older,African-American like myself,pecan complexion,5ft tall,petite with C-cup tits and a plump ass.I daydreamed an agonizing 3hours,but still no show.She`s full of shit I said to my self, I was so horny my boxers were wet with sticky precum.I had decide to call it a night when I heard a light knock at my door,it was her!! She came in with a thirsty look in her eyes.I tried to undress to no avail,instead she sat down in the chair and made me strip.First my white tee shirt,then pants,and last my. On with you now." The old woman turned her body slightly while keeping her eyes on Kelly's face. "I heard that remark, young Mr. Green! You can forget yourself having another glass of Coke. Callin' a woman like myself old. I'm addin' to your bill for that one, you better believe it and I'll be wantin' an apology, too." The little bell rang again as Kelly opened the door, the sudden flood of noise drowned out Mr. Green's "Awwww, Mama..." behind her. Everything was suddenly too bright, too loud. !”I was astounded. “Ms. McBride—” I began.“Please, Mr. Harris, could you call me Mary Beth? Everybody does. But if you feel it necessary to be more formal, it’s Miss McBride.” She paused and then added, “Quite honestly, I abhor the title, Ms.”“You’re amazingly current on the marital status of your flight crews,” I commented. “How come?”“Because it’s part of my job,” she replied. “After all, our crews are the primary contact point between our clients and ourselves. If they don’t do a good job —.