After a nice supper of grilled burgers with cheese and bacon on buns and barbecued beans, I dressed up for Ella. I had a gray skirt; white blouse with...ruffled v neck; patent black heels and I was looking good but not good enough."Harold," said Ella. "You look like a carpenter's dream, 'flat as a board and easy to screw'. Luckily I found a nice pair of tits for you, size forty two D. I really hope you like them. I have been looking around for a while. I mean if you want to dress like a woman,. Maybe this will work out. We'll see.There were a lot of motels and restaurants along the highway. When I stop at a motel I always like to know there's a diner nearby, or the motel has a restaurant attached. Just ahead I saw the Dixie Motel and down the road Johnny's Hotcake House.When I stopped, Carla woke up and looked around. “Where are we?”“Time to stop for the night. This looks like an okay place, a little shabby but there's a restaurant down the road.”We got out and walked up to the small. Knew where perfection still beckoned.Knew what was yet to be achieved. As they all did. David included.David knew and knew at the same time that he also was outwardlydelightfully feminine, indistinguishable, in that at least, fromthe others. Everyone was on their best behaviour. Cautiously polite, makingsocial small talk. All waiting, all apprehensive, all wondering. And then a clear low voice behind David said."Sophie my dear. I don't expect you remember me, but I have heardsuch a lot about. "It feels soooo gooood." She squirmed sensuously on the bed, closing her eyes, reveling in the man's touch as he lingered extra long on her succulent tits."Except for that one time back in the library when you touched my pussy," she murmured, "I've never been touched. Will you feel me all over?" Her eyes opened and she stared at him."Yessss, my sweet little virgin. For as long as you like." His fingers blazed a path between her tits, across her belly to her light brown strands of silken pussy.