I think about Jenny in Colorado and home, where it is in the twenties and snowing. It is seventy degrees here. And people are surfing. If I’m going ...o college, it has to be southern California.I walk down the beach looking for Brittany and Martina. I’m getting stares from teen girls and teen boys. Hey, I’m in California. I am tackled by my sexy British friend as I’m covered in kisses. She leads me to a group of teens. About fifteen of them, nine girls, and six guys. I recognize some of them. I bounced. I gyrated. I let the music pour over me.It was Saturday morning, my cleaning day, and the ABBA playlist wasplaying. I had my earbuds in, and I was gyrating around the kitchen. Iwasn't the best dancer, but when I was dressed as a female, and I was, Iloved it.I was in the kitchen, in my full maid's dress, the way I always was onSaturday's when I cleaned my place. The music played, and I swayed, andmy hose rubbed up against each other. I felt the hem of my skirt swisharound my legs. My. I brought my right hand up and started to stroke the lips of her pussy. They were very wet by now and I carefully slid my middle finger in. I was surprised at how far it went in and I suddenly realised that now the full length of my middle finger was deep in Sandra’s pussy. There was no hymen which she had obviously broken herself.“I did it with a candle!” I heard Sandra muttering above me. She had obviously realized my surprise. “but your finger is miles better…so is your tongue…!” Her. Or Beth and Jean. I took one step back and then let myself drop back into the water. I began to wonder how long it would be before it would be safe to get out of the water. Beth walked over to the steps and sat down beside Jean. My god they were sexy. I stood just below waist deep in the water trying to hide my hard on. I knew they could see through the water somewhat but the full extent of my embarrassment would be obscured by the water. I started thinking again how odd her wardrobe choice had.