First of all were the two mounds on his chest. A quick feel confirmedthey weren't real, thankfully, but that was little consolationconsidering the res.... His blue sandals were gone, replaced by a pair ofpale pink silk slippers, tied to his feet with long pink ribbons thatcriss-crossed up his legs. Legs which were, he noticed, encased inwhite nylon tights. A sleeveless leotard, same pink as his shoes, waswhere his top and shorts should be, and a matching tutu extended out inall directions,. It’s a story with sex in it, not a story about sex. I think it’s pretty good anyway. If you have not read the first chapter, please click on my profile and pick the story up at the beginning, its better that way, trust me. ***** Abby and I were married on my birthday. At the beach house of course, there was no place else to have it, it was our favorite place in the world. Except maybe that tiny little hostel room in Germany. Abby had not smiled when I suggested that. Neither Beth, nor Anna,. I have no idea why she was so hostile to me, after all I was no threat to her. I liked the idea of Chris having friends and the thought that Sharon was lesbian didn't worry me in the least. I finished my lunch and went back out. I found myself in the car park of the nudist beach. I hadn't actually intended on going back there. My pass was for all day so I didn't need to go back to the office. I parked up and while I was getting my stuff out of the boot I saw two lads hanging about. I wasn't. ’ ‘Yessir.’ ‘Tom, why you keep callin’ me ‘sir’?’ ‘Respect, sir. You have what I want, so I reckon I had better show some to get it for myself.’ ‘What do I have that you’re wantin’ son?’ ‘This life. I’ve been by here in the daylight. I’ve seen the fences, the barns and bins, I’ve seen the planter in the field,’ swallowing the lump in my throat, ‘the picket fence and swing-set in the shade.’ He raised his eyebrows and studied me for a second before he spoke next. ‘Saw all that, did ya? What.