Turning back over he saw the bosun paddling only feet away. ‘Mendoza!’ the bosun called out. He reached out to help him into the boat, not before ...nearly tipping the small vessel over. Mendoza slumped in the boat, his tired gaze fixated on the angel at the other end. All he could do is breathe painfully, and stare at her. Ava sat huddled in layers of shirts, a coat and a blanket. Unable to move from the cold, Ava returned his gaze, her eyes warm and longing, bursting with love. Both dazed, the. I was never one to shine much in the feminine or sexy way and a lot of times on the football field, guys would think I was a boy and not a girl if I didn’t have my cheerleader skirt on and showed my legs. Miguel was really a soccer player and he was able to kick the football almost the full length of the field with his soccer style and was about as accurate as one could get with making a valuable field goal when we were playing some of the stiff competition from downstate.He was sitting next to. I am sure that my friendship with Diane wouldnot be as intense if I were only just a girl like her. We would befriends as girls. But as a boy learning to be a girl and her as a girl,encouraging me to be a girl, we have a special bond of intense feelingswhich makes us special.The dreams were lovely. In time I awoke to start a new day. A day whereI would have breasts and bras.As soon as my eyes opened I saw the mounds of my quivering flesh infront of my eyes. Pink mounds, encased in pink silk,. I hate to play the role of the vibrator. I don’t care if i can whip the butts of these women if this is what they like and what they want. What do they learn?! Nothing! They just have a weird form of pleasure, there is no challenge, no discovery, no mystery nor misery. No I like it when they experience the unexpected, when they face their own fear and especially when they swallow their own pride. I love when they are sincerely, deeply, purely humiliated and it is not just a foreplay to convince.