God knows what she made of my garbled story. I just wanted to let it out. I wasn't interested in explaining things, and how I could have if I had trie...? She just held me and let me ramble. I think she got something about a close friend dying, and leaving this glass statuette, and having to eat it. She sensibly ignored the rest. How long was I in that state? I can't remember, I just hope for Celia's sake it was shorter than it seemed.As my sobs and shaking died down she tapped the statue, still. Ann insisted I wear my ponytail high rather than low.Very feminine, not at all like a guy would wear it. But that was thepoint. Ann was moving me more and more close to appearing as a woman. Ihave not had my hair cut, except to trim up split ends, since we marriedthree and a half years ago. My pony tail is quite long. My camera checkshowed it was not noticeable, so I kept it up for my class. It seems thateach day I am willing to take more risks. The ponytail, my lightfoundation, as well as the. "That jus' ain't right!" Jesse yelled. He simply wrapped the blanket around his bare ass and marched off down the road leaving me all alone. I asked him to wait, but he just kept walking. I couldn't be caught this way. I was dressed like a slut. I had no panties to keep my clit from dangling below the hemline of my miniskirt. Gobs of Jesse's cum were drying onto the insides of my thighs and caking into clots on the tops of my stockings. Not knowing what to do, I hid in the brush until. They surfaced just in time to see the mad scramble of the others trying to get out the door, resulting in Chet left flat out on the floor, having slipped up. Laughing Mike called out, 'hard luck Chet, you and Becky have to clean up before you're allowed in the water.'Becky helped Chet up and said, 'well I suppose someone has to do it, Mike's been doing all of it so far. The others have to do their share on other days. Just have to make sure we are out quicker next time.'The group spent the.