.. I've got four flower girls... wait aminute, is that you Timmy?" she said coming behind the sofa.She looked down at my pantaloons and tights and gas...ed. "I thoughtyou were getting a suit for him," she said as she turned to Mom.Mom jumped in. "Well I thought as we had Sharon's costume made, itwas a pity to waste it, so I fashioned the pants out of the skirt andkept the top half with just a slight alteration. Doesn't he lookgorgeous?" Well he does look sweet, but I think I would have preferred. ..". I was intrigued, so I got up and followed her across the room, out the door, and into the hallways. We went to the top floor of the building, where out of the ceiling she pulled a ladder and motioned to get up. Once there, we quickly dis-clothed, and I started fingering her, first with 2 fingers, then realizing that she had a much larger pussy then any human I had met before. so more fingers followed. I told her that I didn't think my cock could satisfy her, to which she replied to let her. George tried to explain but that only made things worse, the foreman was turning redder with each moment, in the end he ordered Lisa out and told her not to come back. At home George had tried to talk to Lisa, tried to explain why the foreman had acted the way he did. It didn’t do any good she didn’t understand, Lisa didn’t see what she had done wrong, she knew how to drive a forklift, how to move safely around the factory, she was sorry she had forgotten to put a safety helmet on but anyway it. The pace was just right for me - but after about three weeks I was starting to want more. More and more after our session of "pashing" - I would go home and strip and run my hands over my body and dream of David. Masturbating was a new experience for me - but I soon realised how much I loved to touch my body - to let my fingers flutter over my nipples - which hardened visibly - and then to gently rub my own sex - allowing my fingers to bathe in the stickiness of my arousal. I knew about as much.