Grace pulled back to look at Amélie.“You are so brown, Amélie.”Amélie blushed. How could she tell Grace about her hours nude on the beach with ...érard, the sun warm on their bare skin. She felt the saltwater caress her and support her, as they joined in the waves and she reveled in Gérard’s hardness and vigor.Amélie heard rather san saw Grace’s chuckle. “You have been in the sun, my sweet, yes?”Amélie nodded. She couldn’t suppress a smile.“Often, Aunt Grace. With Gérard, too, look,” and she. They talked, their voices were too low for me to understand. At times I thought I heard sobbing. Later it seemed like giggling. When I looked back to check on them, they had both fallen asleep.I knew we were in big trouble. I also knew that everything might have been for nothing, anyway. There was a good chance Myriam would run off again the moment we arrived. And even if she didn't at once, it might be a matter of time.She had held me tight, almost desperate, the first twenty miles after we. "I don't want to take something beautiful and make it bad and that's what you're doing. This should be one of the happiest nights of my life and I feel like I'm on trial."Dad sat forward placing his elbows on knees and clasping his hands."We are trying to protect you. We're not mad at you-" What? He slept with a grown woman!"Dad twisted towards Mom towards and held up both hands shushing her.Mom eyes were shooting lightning at him."I will not be quiet. He's my son and I'm damn well going to get. Schloss noch die Schleife am Rücken und beäugte mich im Spiegel.Durch meinen Bart sah ich aus wie eine "Trümmertranse". Aber ich mochte es. Das machte die Aufregung aus. Nicht vielleicht als Frau durchzugehen sondern eindeutig als Mann in Frauenkleidung und Unterwäsche. Ein Mann der sich gerne so verkleidet weil es ihn sexuell erregt. In einem Video 2 Tage zuvor sah ich wie ein Mann das gleiche tat (anders gekleidet) und sich die Hände auf dem Rücken verschloss. Sich zu befreien dauerte und ich.