But after changing in front of Jennie I had pretended to need to use the bathroom and had slipped out of my panties and was wearing only a baggy, but ...inuscule pair of bright yellow shorts.“Mr. White, I’m afraid I’ve forgotten the correct technique for the leg spreader machine. I really don’t want to risk getting an injury before the track meet this Saturday. Could you please help me with it?”“Of course, Caroline, you know I’m always happy to help you and Jennie.”As Mr. White helped me into the. My parents had always wanted to visit the many small, beautiful, coastal towns and I was lucky enough to have gone with them. They were treating it as a second honeymoon and made it clear I would be on my own most of the time. I couldnt help but fantasize about the possibliites. So far from home, with so much freedom. Things I couldn't and wouldn’t ever do at home suddenly became possible. My late night dreams of touching another guy, of feeling his manhood and pleasuring him and him pleasuring. "What am I supposed to do?" I said, "I don't have any other clothes." Hmm I got an idea," Said Ashley "Come in the door go right in thebathroom and change and we'll throw your clothes in the wash." So my being naked won't bother you?" I said jokingly"Oh you're a riot!" said Ashley "I'll find you some clothes and thereis a shower so you can wash the mud out of your hair."So I walked straight in the floor and there was a bathroom right as Iwalked in. It must be the bathroom Ashley uses because. Nestling in to meld and blend, hearts beating as one, a pair so profound that you cannot tell where one ends and the other begins, souls so entwined about the essence of each other that Dreamer or not, they’d always be together no matter the distance that kept them apart. She sucks in a breath, drawing in the night like her long lost lover. Light fades and she turns her back on the lapping, gamboling sea. Her companion, the wind, tries to catch her attention once more with a slow caress along.