His dirty hand was full of dried mud which made it feel really rough on my breast. "What are you doing?" "Well, you let it fall out. I have a rule in ...y truck. Whatever falls out is finder's keepers. This is my boob now." It was so corny and stupid that I started to laugh. He put his hand back on the wheel and I put it back in my bra and tank top. The road got rough again and my skirt flew up. His hand reached between my legs and started rubbing my panties. "That definitely didn't fall out!" I. After having dried my hair, we went through my clothes, both in my closet and in my dresser. Those easily considered to be unisex items had only changed so that they were the correct size to fit my new build. Others just remained as they had been. We gathered those up and readied them to be donated.That took us less than an hour. My dress shirts, slacks, shoes, shorts, underwear, and socks were all packed up. Well, the underwear and socks were turned into rags, to be honest. No-one accepts used. As she ran down to the water, did a smooth racing dive outwards, and began a vigorous swim, she could tell they had all noticed, and when she turned to backstroke, saw both women's bare boobs just above the water level.Ricky swam out to her, and she raced him parallel to the beach for a while, then gave it up when she could see he was faster than she was. Breathing hard, they both stood up in the four foot depth, well away from the house. She pushed her hair back, giggling with the pleasure of. Curiosity got the best of me and I stepped around the shrubs and headed toward the restroom. As I had suspected the right hand door was for males. I paused for a moment but it occurred to me I had every right to walk into a men's restroom, and while not in a bind I could use a pee after my sport drink.I walked quietly up to the door and tried to stealthily open it. There weather hinges squeaked in protest so any chance of catching her unaware was gone. There was a partition by the door that.