I pushed myself in and out slowly, driving myself into Paige and Paige into Lacey. Lacey’s breathing became faster and harder, and Paige mewled soft...y. Lacey leaned forward over Paige’s back and put her palm on my cheek. As I pushed in and out, she moaned softly, and her breathing fell into the rhythm I was setting.Her face flushed as her orgasm neared, and Lacey opened her eyes and tried to focus them on mine. She spoke in a slow breathless voice, her panting interspersed with her words. “Cum. "I suppose so," Patrick replied.She opened the door, and asked "Well, don't you look pretty! So what doyou think? Do you like wearing a bra and panties? This is what girls doeveryday." Oh yes, Mum! It's so different," Patrick answered.Then Patrick slowly asked. "But, Mum, is the dress for me too?" Of course it is," she replied. "You can try it on now if you like."Patrick reached for it and took it off the hanger. His Mum helped himstep into it and then buttoned it up the back. 'Wearing dresses. I looked at her and then at the boat….It had to have been the way she got here and I could hear no-one else.The reason I was hesitant was because she was completely naked. She was lying on her stomach, on the bare soft sand, some way in from the sea and her boat. There was a towel and bag beside her. She was very tanned and appeared to have long blond hair. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and her perfect bum was exposed to my gaze.As a true professional…I immediately thought of a caption. He was fast asleep.Lacie lay beside him and soon slept too. She dreamt of princes, of princesses; of penises and pussies; of everything conjoined, all but cabbages and kings.Until she dreamt of thunder.She awoke to a trembling of the bed, and reverberation of the whole stateroom. The axemen were sleeping. They were used to the sound of the Sultan's shattering snores.But Lacie wasn't. They were hardly two hours into the night. The rhythmic rumblings showed no signs of diminishing. What is the.