Everyone--or almost everyone--who saw us was a stranger, but almost everyone seemed to turn and stare. I wondered if almost everyone could tell I was ... male, despite my superbly feminine disguise. Lindie and I went swimming in the ocean; we walked hand-in-hand along the beach; we joined some people who were tossing a huge ball about. I wondered if any of them noticed the bulge from my (once again excitable) little lingam inside the undies-part of my bathing-dress when my skirt was flopping. It was lunchtime and really cold outside. Really, really cold with a vicious wind that drove cruel, icy spikes through every piece of clothing anyone wore. It never really snowed around there, we were too far south for that, but that just meant the school wasn't built to protect us from weather like that, and no-one had the sort of clothes that people have in places where it snows, so we just had to wrap our arms around ourselves and dart frantically from one piece of shelter to the. On top of all, seeing her big blue eyes through her thick glasses looking at me and my penis under immense pleasure began to push me quickly towards the pressure of ejaculation. However, I didn’t want to finish so soon. I wanted to enjoy more. I tried to think of other things to prolong the experience, but nothing seemed to work. As I was moments away from ejaculating, Sandy yelled and unconsciously tapped her laptop that made the hands stop suddenly. She was terrified looking at something. "Stop it!"Her cries of protest wont be heard through the thick walls designed to drown out noise from dental procedures and even as she protests her body begins to heat and tingle all over. Her cries of protest melt into frantic begging as his lips move from her outer breast slowly inwards towards her nipples, already semi hard. Her body writhing over his as she struggles has him rock hard, he pauses, his lips over her left nipple, full breast hanging over his eager mouth and she looks down at.