When hesaid it, the familiar tingling came back again. He shut is eyes andbegan to talk to himself. That is what I am, a baby girl. He picturedhimself...as a baby girl with pig tails and in a poofy little girly dress.Such a little sissy baby girl. No real boy would cry like that, onlybaby sissy girls, like me. I am a sissy baby girl, just a sissy babygirl. A girl. A girl. A girl. A sissy girl. And then, when he picturedhimself in one of the Molly's first communion dresses, the squishinessin his. Charlady turned to Tom and said, "Tom, thank you for being so good as to release these from their confinement, for they were becoming a little achy!" With that she leaned forward and French kissed him, I saw that they were exchanging tongues as they kissed. After some five minutes I ordered Charlady to stop her kissing and I told Tom to stop playing with her nipples.I then ordered Charlady to stand facing me in front of Alan, whilst he removed her panties. Both Tom and George came over to sit. .. Just as she was getting ready a motorbike passed her and suddenly blue lights were flashing right in front of her. A policeman! "Oh shit!" she though, putting both hands back on the wheel immediately. She lost track of how fast she was going but it certainly wasn't slow.He motioned for her to follow him and they moved across to the slow lane. Eventually he left the motorway and pulled into a little lay-by just off an exit slip road where nobody is allowed to park normally. They were still in. She had long brown hair and hazel eyes like the operator said, but she was by no means white. She looked Hispanic or Latina, and she was a little under the weather. She smiled coyly, and he smiled back.The driver took a seat on his sofa bed and asked for an ashtray. He gave him a plastic cup filled with water in lieu of one. The driver carried a metal clipboard, and he began the painstaking process of filling out the paperwork required for a credit card transaction. He assumed the driver worked.