“Pee for her”, ordered the man. “I want to see you pissing yourself”.I didn’t need to go but I tried. It didn’t take long and I felt the...sensation as I peed into the glass, not much but I didn’t push too hard for fear I’d shit for them too! I’d never peed in public and it did feel strange yet, as I had no control, it was sensationally erotic to me.The glass was half full as the woman put it to her lips and sipped. Then she leaned over me, her dark skinned breasts brushing against me, as. The third in the group was behindthe chaise longue, leaning against the back, his right hand caressing theshoulder of the lying man.On the back of each photograph was written in pencil: "Society of theDaughters of Eon, May Ball, Oxford, 1947". I assumed that "Eon" was areference to the Chevalier d'Eon, the French diplomat and spy, who livedas a woman for part of his life. ++++++NOTE BY PAMELA GRIMES"There is no correspondence or other papers from a. I place my left hand on her boob.She let out a moan uhh then I gently pressed her boob one by one from other hand I took her maxy up to her butt and I feel her bare butt. She was not wearing anything inside. Her butt is so soft like sponge then slowly I took my hand near her pussy.She had bush over there and I asked when she shaved last. She told she can’t remember. Almost 2 years she has not shaved. I felt her pussy wall it was wet by our kissing. I took her to her bedroom and then I removed. Sure, sand would get everywhere and comfort would not exactly be high on the list, but we had decided on the way down that we were going to cross off ‘semi-public lovemaking on the beach in the surf’ from our bucket list. The dance in the water and the tease of the food were just appetizers. We walked back to our hut, deliberately walking more slowly, drawing out the time. Let the anticipation build, I thought. Let it build.’ She cleared her throat and opened her eyes. Uncrossed and recrossed.