. and filled him in on their future plans. After dinner the house band began to play and the gurls excused themselves to the ladies room. Larry took t...his chance to grill me some more… “How in the hell are these two dumber the shit bimbos going to help you in your project” he asked… I said “You will have to wait until we got home to get that answer. But trust me these two sexy gurls were absolutely perfect for what I have in mind”… I don’t think this was a good enough answer this time but the. Mom was in her late thirties and, my friendsreckoned, had kept her looks. Amongst the racks of clothes I foundsomething that I thought I could squeeze my girl form into.I took it down from its hanger, a simple knee-length dress with aconservative floral pattern. I stripped nude, unzipped the back andstepped into it, feeling a thrill as I pulled it up. The dress slid upmy legs, but then got stuck at my ass. I had to spend a few minutesworking my curves into it, inch by inch. By the time I'd. We spent the rest of the afternoon moving things around and once the initial weirdness wore off we all got along and worked together better than ever. During the course of the afternoon I noticed Sarah's shirt sticking to her. It was another warm, humid afternoon and we all were sweating from the work. I looked across at Sarah at one point and smiled a wicked smile. "What are you grinning at?" "Oh nothing much, just that lovely little trickle of sweat running down between your breasts. Thinking. ” and then added “We had kind of an understanding with Officer Rosita...” Dan smirked and said: “Uh huh...well, I think that's over now, so---” A sudden altercation down the alley caught Dan's attention; two of the whores were fighting.One was an African-American woman (Dan would find out later that her name was LaTanya) with a bright red weave and glossy cherry-red lips & nails that matched it and wearing white skintight leggings and bodysuit with yellow pumps and the whore she was fighting.