Each one of us quickly washed off andI got out and grabbed a towel as I started drying off.Cindy stopped me telling me that I now had softer skin and ...nless Iwanted to rub myself raw, I should pat myself dry now that I was a girl.So, I patted myself dry the same way Cindy did and I picked my nightgown and panties up as I put the robe on and tightened the sash as Ifollowed her back to the bedroom.Cindy opened a drawer and handed me a lace bra and matching panties withlace at the leg openings. Then we drove for about ten minutes until we came to the village, where the driver took us along a small shell road around the back of the village and stopped outside a breeze block and corrugated iron shack. Vitiana got out and led us to the door, once opened, she was silhouetted against the light from within. I noted she had nothing on under her thin cotton dress. She was very attractive and had a stunning figure, I realised I had seen her around the Resort, she was one of the staff. In fact,. But after that moment she pulled away and pulled her gown around her, slightly more tightly.“What are you doing Rick?!” she gasped in exaggerated annoyance while she felt a familiar tingle down below.“Please I need to do this.” He said, going in for another kiss. “Pleeaase.” He whispered at her as her pulled her too him and she felt, for the second time that afternoon, the familiar bulge forming in the trousers of a second boy at her entrance. “No,” she attempted but he just carried on. Five years down the drain. All the 'what-ifs' and the 'could'ves and shoud'ves' still on my mind. It had been two weeks since Brandon and I broke up and I was no lesser heartbroken. My friends, who fel I had enough time mourning the loss of my relationship, decided that I needed to get out for the night. They were right. Everything in the apartment reminded me of him. The kitchen counter where he would scoop his hands under my curvy ass with no issue to lift me up. How he would pull my legs.