I thought that he is so drunk that he is passed out. I took this glorious moment and grabbed his dick and balls outside the shorts. I could see that h...e is not down completely but was definitely not aroused with his limp penis.I made some sound to wake him up but he was not in a position to get up too. I thought that it’s not a good idea to explore his body now. I tried to slip away and move but he got up and said where you are going. I said its time to sleep and asked to come with me and sleep. The air is enjoyably cool now, a good time for a walk. The beach patrol have not cleaned the sand yet and she enjoys identifying the shells strewn there. The boardwalk is in sight before she knows it. There is much early morning activity on the boardwalk with bicyclists and joggers. She climbs the stairs onto the boardwalk and turns left to walk down beach. Pigeons in prettily colored feathers strut along the chevroned boards. They scatter from her path as she walks. There is a coffee shop a. ' I don't even know what dysphoria means. Is that the opposite of euphoria?"And Samantha," I continued, "aren't you just a little concerned about penis envy? And don't you watch Oprah? According to the he/shes on Oprah recently, or trannys as the twit Brits call them, right before the 'operation' they all went into a state of denial, which included hallucinations. They all experienced nightmares and woke up screaming, 'Where's my dick?' Fortunately the drug Tehrahydrocannabinal. I asked her why she covered up and she said she couldn’t let anyone really see her tits, could she and I told her why else would people come to a nude beach. She snidely responded that their devious friends advised them to without telling them what kind of beach it was and I laughed. Finally I got her to lie back down with her arms at her side. Over the next 15-20 minutes several people, men and women walked by and I congratulated Babs on keeping arms at her sides. Then I asked her how she felt.