As she was swinging her fist, the loose baby doll top flew about giving me glimpses of her breasts. The nipples were rock hard I could see. She was ...etting off on this. Then I noticed as she punched, her legs, which now had straddled my thigh, were moving back and forth over my thigh muscle. Quickly I noticed my thigh getting wet. She was REALLY getting off on this. Finally, I had had enough of her tantrum. I pushed her off. She fell onto her side and I quickly got onto. She started. I loved it. It was the fairer sex that ruled the world, after all. I let myself act in a bit of a pouty way, complaining about how hard the raft was to get comfortable on. Chris asked me if I wanted him to go to the beach and get me a towel to lay on. I wanted to see if he would, so I said I would like that, and smiled warmly at him. He did not hesitate to dive into the water, swim to the beach, get my towel and brought it back to me. I could hardly believe that a guy would try so hard. I couldn't imagine making love in an English graveyard but I knew just theman I would like to make love to in a French graveyard now.I had come to Paris looking for something but right now I had foundsomething else, I am a woman trapped in a man's body but I could setmyself free by dressing like how I was meant too. I looked at myreflection in a shop front. I was always quite a thin man and this meantthat now, dressed as I was, I made quite a convincing woman. I thenrealised that I was. I was going to the guest bedroom which was on right side of the passage and suddenly my aunt came out of the kitchen which was on the left side of the passage and he had a collision together. Her left hand accidentally hit my balls. As she was swinging her hand while walking, it hit me harder. I was in pain and at once said ooohhhhh. She realized that her hand hit my balls. I slowly walked in to the bedroom and sat down keeping my head on my knees. She observed this and came to the room and sat.