'Oh you poor thing you look so sore!" I am so stiff from standing in my heels all night. I can't believe sheleft me down here all night!" Well Frances..., I hope you've learned a valuable lesson not to piss heroff anymore." Estelle slowly walked me back to my room and helped me undress out ofmy solied uniform and and underwear. The warm shower felt so good andrefreshing. I laid in the tub for a half hour thinking about what hasbecome of me and my life. As I stared at my feminine looking body. That’s Renee, she’s a talker. When I came back, initially I was extremely embarrassed! I saw that she was reading my story. I knew what she had told me a couple of times and I would never want to give her that impression that, but this is a part of who I am. I write erotica and I love to do it. When I came into the room, she only turned her head towards me and had a look of what I interpreted as disapproval. Contrary to that, she was inquisitive more then anything, except that she was aroused. Our eyes met and I saw her consent to continue. In a few minutes, her blouse lay on the sofa beside as I fumbled with her bra clasps. It was a slow process and I saw no reason to hurry as we had all day Saturday to experiment and explore. Gradually, our clothes were shed and our hands roved freely over each other. With our body’s bared, Geena took my hand and led me to the big master bed that I had seen earlier and where the covers had been turned back to expose only the sheets. There, we met. "Great idea," I respond, "I've brought some cheese and wine." I'll make a salad," you respond."And I'll cut up some fruit," Jill chimes in.We busy ourselves with preparing the food, and when it's ready, we take seats around the table out on the veranda. The ocean breeze feels wonderful on my stocking-covered legs, and we pour the wine and settle in to eat."Tell me about yourself, Jill," I ask inquisitively."I'd be glad to," she responds. "I've always been a woman on the inside, but for the.