To instead allow him to take joy out of my walk of exhibitionist shame. Fifteen yards of my tits swaying freely, of my black hair flowing in the wind,...of my ass in full view, and my dutiful trimmed pubic mound.Despite the scalding hot asphalt, my mind ignores my feet, instead pushing on, carrying me ever closer to my goal.Women are hissing, and men are gawking as more and more notice the spectacle only just beginning. "What is that crazy woman thinking?", they musty be asking.Only three yards. After a couple of minutes I turned to her. "Kathy? I have a question, but it's kind of personal, you don't have to answer if you don't want to." That's OK honey ask away." Well I was wondering about what you said this afternoon. About girl's doing it too." Uh, doing it? Oh, you mean masturbating. Well sure honey, girls do it too, what's your question?" Well a lot of us guy's talk about it even though sometimes I don't think some of them have ever done it, but... well I was... wondering... I. He did, Tim felt her grip tighten then felt pain as she broke every bone in his hand with her iron like grasp."AHHHHHHHH!" he screamed. There was enough light to show how much his hand was mangled. She grabbed the injury in both hands and started stroking it. The pain ebbed away and he felt the bones healing. It was the strangest sensation he ever had. In a minute his hand was back to normal. He flexed it and wondered if what she had just done really occurred. What she broke felt better than. She glanced around, as the onlookers quickly looked back down at their books. ‘Should I go put my swimsuit on, or do you wanna come upstairs with me?’ she asked, as though she didn’t know the answer. Brendan quickly jumped up, gathered his phone and room key, and discreetly shifted the slight swelling in the front his trunks. He eagerly followed her back across the pool deck towards the hotel lobby. Once in the elevator, they were joined by an older couple in typical cheesy tourist clothes..