I had come up here to thinkabout my life after my parents deaths and an unconscious action hadstarted my train of thought. Only weeks ago I was a mid...twenties male,grieving and feeling lost; now I was a mid-twenties female, in love witha beautiful man, engaged, living on what is virtually a desert islandand last night I had had a sensational experience when I made love. Thelove making had been nothing like it had been for me as a male, that hadbeen pleasant but nothing I would have gone to. The sun was still high and to their side. Bethie was between the light and Lizvette, casting shadow across Lizvette's breasts. I wanted even lighting on Lizvette's tits, especially after I saw her nipples were beginning to stiffen again under her top. I asked the girls to change positions. I moved to a more favorable viewpoint, crouched, and raised the camera to my eye. I noticed then that Lizvette, while I had been changing position, had tugged her bikini up just enough for the fabric to. . what's wrong, baby?" This is just... really hard!" Come and have some dinner. You can come back and start over when we're done."Start over? I'd hardly written anything!"Okay... I am kinda hungry."Being Sunday night, the kids were at their Grandmother's house and would by now be getting themselves ready for bed. Johan and I enjoyed a romantic candlelight dinner of spicy fish and sautéed vegetables. While we ate, we talked quietly about the problems I was having writing down my fantasies for. My body twitching in pleasure. It got harder to thrust my fingers in, as I rode the last waves wanting it to last forever. That’s when I got a text; it was from my best friend, Tom. I had known him for years. We had drifted a bit in the last few weeks, unfortunately when I needed him most. So I was excited to get his message. I read the text, “What you doing tomorrow? Thought I would come see you around 1?” “Nothing sounds great, I have really needed you.” “I know, I’m sorry, I’ll make it.