She then turned to me and said, “I have an idea.” She grabbed my hand and led me to the edge of the trail. She stepped right over the rope marking...the outside of the trail. I had no choice but to follow her, to be honest, I was so turned on I would have pretty much followed her anywhere. We walked for a minute or two stumbling over uneven ground and passing trees. Finally, I realized where we were. Julie had led us to an overlook in the park. It was well off the path. From the sounds of. I looked over at Mandy, and she wore a nice sundress and flats, and I suspected she had followed what Linda had told her and wore a bikini on under that. And she laughed when I got onto the 10 heading West, and said “Santa Monica, right Pete?” I nodded, and soon we were pulling in by the pier. I grabbed a backpack and shoved our shoes and her dress into it as we put on our skates. And sure enough, she was wearing a modest bikini that was red and blue under it. I put on the backpack and holding. Her lovely face was different but still had recognisable traces of the old Deb and that warm smile was still there, working overtime between bouts of doubt that this new body was real. She kept stroking her new B-cup breasts and then snatching her hands away when she realised, and staring into the mirror wall that they’d asked for and then down at her beautifully shaped legs to make sure that they actually were part of her.When she looked across the room at him he could see she desperately. But she had opened the door for me."What measures?" I told you. I suck and fuck cocks. Oh sorry, I wank them as well." Pat boasted.I was in a state of disbelief. Pat didn't talk about sex like this. Then again, I had never seen her flashing her tits, let alone allowing a stranger to take pictures of them."Do you have any pills?" Pat asked.I asked "Why?" Only because Pat said, she didn't want me to take them. I suspected it was so she didn't have to fulfill her long time promise of blowing.