A., united states of america, would like to bring it being as it is of some, or of such matters to mind, & mainly, or mostly to that being of the fema...e persons of those being of whom are among yourselves being of the many different races of born, & raised female persons representing the opposite sex who are likewise from whatsoever walks of life, factions of society, or lifestyle preferences however said be I speaking some, or such correct, proper, standard English grammar of the American. I kicked off my flatsand splashed my toes in the gentle surf, tugging on the hem of my dressto keep it dry. Brad splashed in after me, and when his knee suddenlygave out and I tried to catch him, we tumbled together into the warmsea. "Are you okay?" I gasped when we came up for air."I'm fine," he laughed. "How about you?" Look at my dress!" I cried. It was clinging to my trembling body likea second skin, and I could tell that Brad liked what he saw in themoonlight. "God, you're beautiful,". But still… She was hot. In a refined and almost geeky way.I licked my lips as I looked at the fabric in my hands. The gusset just had her dried on juices. I didn’t know what came over me. I mean, I wasn’t hurting anyone…My hands shook, the thrill of doing something I wasn’t supposed to made my heart pound hard.I put the thin material against my nose and inhaled.Fucking hell.A thick pungent aroma flooded my nose. It was a sweet feminine scent with just the slightest hint of sourness to it. Did. ." Margie paused, "we can um, you know." No, I don't know. What are you up to Margie?" I was thinking maybe a sleepover?" A sleepover?" Yeah, you know..." Margie ended lamely."Found more magazines under the bed?" No... oh, shit! C'mon, Ellie, we can jill off and..." You want me to tell you all the dirty details while you jill off imagining it's you under my Donny," she said accusingly."Well, I wouldn't put it that way," Margie said defensively.Knowing she had the upper hand, Ellie played her.