Never before had I been subjected to such an ordeal and it was notsomething I would wish on my worst enemy. Several times I heard what I thought wer... footsteps and my tensionincreased as I tried to detect where they were coming from. I wasterrified by the thought that someone might be looking at me. Thesuddenly, and without warning, the front door opened behind me. I was sotense and on edge that the noise made me jump and I let out an audiblescream."Do be quiet, Joanna," Miss Smith said.. She also told me that Ias free to dress there if I liked, but I decided that I would bring somemakeup, but that I would probably just wear some lipstick. Myappointment was on Thursday night and after telling Jessica about it, sheinsisted on coming along, which I was cool with. For the rest of theweek I practiced my girly walk in heels at home every chance I had, and Iworked on my feminine mannerisms, I also really worked on my voice,whenever I was alone, at home or in the car I would speak in. The water was fine, and after a few minutes, i felt refreshed and got out. I headed for the showers with what was left of my beer. These were not enclosed showers, they were there for people to wash sand and river water off. As i headed towards one such shower a little away from the sunbathers, i noticed an older woman in her forties. She had a green bikini with flowery patterns, a nice big ass, fat thighs, and big saggy tits, bulging slightly at the top and sides of her bra. We got there at. Stan had been holding her and he was as naked as she was. Suddenly wide-awake, she blushed pinkly and felt ashamed. What had she done? Her thighs were sticky and her pubic hair matted. Fucked! She'd had sex, but with whom? Obviously Stan. How could she have? Jan and Bob would kill her. Bob and Jan? Where were they? Two feet away, on the other side of Stan, two lumps moved under another blanket. That son of a bitch and that slut! She would fix them good! Hold on a minute, babe. Your indignation.