We watch the women stretch themselves and spread their legs, the men mounting them. Or, they kneel in the sand, fucking frantically as the waves slip ...n and out around their knees.We have watched dozens of these scenes, and when they are finished, or while they proceed, we are naked, too, feeling each other. My hands are in Jill's cunt, on her breasts. She chafes my cock, sliding her hand on my wetness, keeping me hard and slippery but not allowing me to rise beyond a certain point, or. Unfortunately, the good doctor has said he can’t. I don’t know if he’s telling the truth or not, but I know torturing the man to find out would only kill him. I guess I should go and have a chat with him.”“I guess,” Kim muttered in agreement. “Shall I come along?”The answer to that was yes. I’d need all the help I could get in speaking to the good doctor. I even brought Dunbar along.We walked up to the temporary shelter where the Gateway was erected. Dr. von Stubbing was there under guard,. If so, everything would be easier.She expected to hear the shower running but didn’t. She was about to call out to him, but decided to play ‘guess who’. She opened the bedroom door, being as quiet as she could, and took a step inside.“What!” she gasped.She was speechless as she took in the scene in Junior’s bedroom. She had always thought there was nothing about Junior which could ever surprise her, but ... She heard Junior’s throaty chuckle and then a few seconds of silence.“Well, this is sure. "To be continued....**********************Notes:Two things I've never done here before are write a story of cross-dressing rather than physical transformation, and write a serial. Thefirst was because cross-dressing really doesn't interest me, and thesecond because all too many writers here launch into interminable'serials' that they make up as they go along with no idea as to whattheir ending is. Yet here I am doing both. Why?Some time back I read an article online about military.