When he walked up and interrupted me mid-orgasm, I hadn't the time to fix my bikini bottom so my fat steamy pussy was still hanging out, and so I was ...eluctant to surrender the towel.”Why?” he asked suspiciously. ”It’s mine.””Because I'm using it. That's why. Just lay down here and air dry.” I said patting the beach blanket. ” It's plenty warm enough.””Fine!” he said laying down on his stomach next to me.I could have fixed my bikini bottom then, but I didn't. I hadn’t made myself cum, and I was. But my hands would not glide over his skin as smoothly as they did with guys at school.“Do you have any lotion or oil?” I asked. “It’ll make my hands move better, and won’t pull your hair.”“There’s some sun tan oil in the bathroom,” he said. “Or, I think there might be some baby oil in there, too. I can get it.”“No, that’s OK; you stay put,” I told him.I returned with the baby oil and squeezed a generous amount into my hands. It made a world of difference.“Oh, that feels good,” he groaned.I. I want you to punish me by punching me in the face four times.”I stopped the car and got out. Gary got out the other side and walked around to the front. Before he had time to realize it, I punched him in the right side of the face. He went down like a bundle of crap which is actually what I thought he was.He lay there for a while and I wondered if I had knocked him out. After half a minute he raised himself up on his hands, shook his head and regained his feet.“Three more,” he said.I shook my. Everyone’s a fucking victim these days. “I know it’s no picnic being different. I cansympathize with you. But give me a break, okay? I justmet you, and you just met me. It’s not your physicalheight that’s your biggest obstacle or others’perceptions of it. It’s your spirit that has to growup. Your soul, your will. That can be far bigger thanyou and far bigger than anyone, if you want it, if youallow it.”She looked at me, her mouth open in surprise..