All her cares and worries fell away from her. She felt wonderful. An elderly couple passed, going the other way and turned. They gazed open-mouthed at...this reckless and lovely young woman as she strode energetically off into the distance."Mad as a hatter, that one - makes you feel cold just looking at her!" I know! We were never like that when we were her age. And it's too late now!"This worthy old couple were not to know that Katie had endured weeks of highly uncomfortable exposure to far. Doesn't explain our voices now does it, or how we move about sometimes, or feel for that matter. And where are our bodies? And how do you explain when we get stiff like real dolls are those other times?" Mark asked."Right on! Come on Alan we've had this conversation already. Besides, why is it we can feel what we are wearing and how come we can feel warm and cold?" Rick added."Hey, I'm just saying is all. How the hell should I know! But think about it! I mean at least consider the logic of this. My heart and mind raced along with each other as I stood meekly amid the crowd, and I was certain at any moment something horrible was going to happen. As it always does the fear and excitement gave rise to a different kind of excitement, one which started between my legs and began spreading. I was suddenly very conscious of my breasts; though already thrust out by the way my arms were bound, they were becoming more noticeable as I felt my nipples get hard. I'd decided to wear panties but. “Let’s wash off, then,” she said, flipping herself backwards into the water. He could see her breasts protruding from the surface and found himself fascinated at the way the water lapped over her belly and surrounded her sex. She struggled to stand and Drew saw her dark hair shimmer as she stood in the knee-deep swell. She waded toward him and put a hand on his chest, pushing him back toward the beach. “My turn,” she said with a grin. “Here, on the hard sand. Lay on your back.” He complied,.