I don’t reply, I can’t. I’m trying so hard to be good, to not touch you, I promised I wouldn’t, and yet you seem to be trying your hardest to ...push my endurance to its limits. I don’t understand you sometimes. I don’t understand myself. *** Sitting on the beach again you reach out and push me. I know what you’re trying to do. I want to grab your arms and pull you on top of me. But I don’t. I promised. Besides, in 20 minutes my parking runs out and I’ll need to move the car. I know the moment you. OH GOD! Feeling his handson my breasts sent an electric shock through my body - it felt so muchbetter to have Jeff touching me then when I touched myself. I couldhardly control myself as Jeff continued to fondle my breasts as I reacheddown and began to rub the swelling that was beginning to form in thecrotch of his jeans. After several seconds as he hardened under mystroking I unzipped his fly and reached down into his boxers to encirclehis hot cock with my hand and began stroking up and down. She was still where I left her and she was alone, the others gave us space to deal with whatever was bothering us."Rise, Postulant," I commanded and she did. I could see her steel herself for the fallout of her actions.I cupped her chin with my hand and she flinched slightly. "I understand what you did and why you did it. I forgive you for that." BUT, if you are to stay with me you are to swear that you will never divulge anything about me or what I do, without my permission, to anyone. This. I contemplated creating a newgame account, a new identity in which I could be a woman all the time,and I wondered how differently my friends would respond to a girl'svoice.Now I could turn into a sexy girl at will, I became obsessed withclothing and tried to see how much of my wardrobe would fit a figurethat was shorter, but curved in new places. I pulled on a T-shirt thatsquashed my chest flat, then fondled my boobs through the taut fabric.That was so arousing that I tried my swimming briefs.