Clothes for Charles ... and clothes for his alter ego ... Chuck.Add to that the twenty grand I spent on the Roller: Brakes; new drums, relined shoes, ...ubber lines, stainless metal lines. The mechanic showed me the almost rusted through old lines and had me poke an icepick through the?metal?. I snapped in half one of the rubber lines. He was able to save the hydraulic brake cylinders but they still took new kits; pistons, seals, springs. Replacing that stuff meant the car had to be New York Auto. I just kinda did it. Now I'm freaking out aboutit a bit," I confessed."Well, if it helps, we've all known about your crossdressing for awhile," she said."What?!!!" We've talked about it ... different ones of us. Cindy saw you dressedup getting out of your car a couple of months ago, and we startednoticing your brows and nails. It's ok, really. Nobody cares. We didn'twant to embarrass you," she said."No way to avoid the subject now, is there?" I asked."Hardly. Can I take a peek?"I unbuttoned my. ‘How long could he stay before his wife begins to wonder what he was up to,’ I wondered.He bound my legs and hands to the bedposts and then stepped back to admire his handy work. Then he stripped off his shorts and then bent down o pick the discarded belt of my silk robe, and then climbed into the bed with me. He ran his huge finger over my lips and I tried to lick it but he slapped my thigh sharply in response to let me know I was to do only as I was commanded.He pulled my head up by my hair. He would suck my cock and I sucked his, but only my ass (his "pussy") was getting used. The more we had sex, the more vocal Ron became, asking me how much I loved being fucked by a real man, and could I take more. Ron was about seven inches so he certainly felt good, but I could take it all with ease. I loved taking him doggy style but really liked being on my back with Ron holding my legs up in the air. I liked looking at him as he fucked me and told me what a good slut I was and how he was.