The plowing engines operated in pairs, one on each side of a field, pulling the plow back and forth across the field using a cable. It was far faster ...than even the six-bladed mule-drawn plows we had used earlier this year.Since the ground hadn’t frozen yet, they were plowing as many new fields as they could in anticipation of next year’s crops. When we harvested grain, the engines would run a thresher, saving thousands of hours of labor.I finally remembered talking about ordering the engines. I suppose there were cavemenwho longed to be cavewomen. Batman wants to be Wonder Woman. One of theBeatles probably wanted to be one of the Supremes. It isn't dresses. It'sidentifying with the female gender. We are born this way, all of us. Butsome of us retain it longer than others.Intellectually, I can understand it all. Over the years, throughenvironment or DNA or exposure, I have developed a fetish for women'sfinery. Soon, I fear, it will boil over, and I'll be in a drag club, orI'll walk. Slowly backing off my shaft only to slide back down til she buried my cock in her mouth once again. Over and over and slower and slower she went. She could feel me tensing up again and she released me from her vacuum of lust. But not before using her teeth on the head of my cock and ever so slightly giving me a tug. She then stopped everything. I was on the verge of no return but never crossed the line. I had precum just dripping from my cock and she reached down with her finger and coiled it. Melissa answered it expecting to find Shauna. Instead it was Abe standing there with a large grin on his face. Stepping into the house, Abe said, “Hey you guys, you have to see my new motorcycle.”Surprised at the announcement, Jerry and Bill came out of the kitchen. Jerry asked, “New motorcycle?”“Yeah, I got a new one,” said Abe.“What’s wrong with the Indian?” asked Bill wondering if Abe had wrecked it or something.Abe shook his head and answered, “Nothing is wrong with it. I just don’t feel.