The only thing around us is fields of corn, and beyond that, more corn.Renee turns to me and helps me pull my shorts all the way down to my ankles. �...Oops, looks like you went soft on me. I better take care of that.”She plays and pulls until I’m nice and hard again. I really like her hands on me like this, it feels amazing.“You’ve probably never had anyone jack you off before, huh?”“No, that’s something I’ve always took care of myself.”“Well, don’t worry, I’ll make you cum.”I trust she will so I. ...I was hoping to see them change at the beach.Me, well I had decided feeling uncomfortable for a few hours wouldn't hurt, so had put on a pair of budgie smugglers. You know the kind, the lifesaver undies.And man, were they tight. Checking myself in the mirror I had to lay my slab across my lower abdomen, it reached far to the left and was quite prominent. My balls were another story. I had slid on some boxers to cover things up some.We made the short trip to the beach without incident,. I putthe blue dress on. I was slowly getting better and dealing with a backzip. I was relieved to see that the dress was a decent length. A fewinches above the knee. I picked up the red dress, put it on a hanger andput it in the wardrobe. It seemed the girly thing to do. I checked thetime. It was five minutes to ten. I quickly drew in some eyebrows,applied some lipstick, put my shoes on, remembered to pick up my handbag,and left the room. No-one else was on our corridor. And I had the lift. As he did he saw Hildy’s purple Duster in the driveway. Rich’s car wasn’t there, but Jim knew that he would be retuning soon. He parked and then hurried down the terrace steps. He looked in the picture window and saw Hildy sitting at the kitchen table working on a sandwich and a glass of milk. He borrowed a few seconds to look at her before he went in the door. Hildy was dressed in shorts and a top, just right for the late spring weather. Jim could see that her hair had grown just a bit hair.