A hand on my face steadied me as a deftly manipulated razor smoothed the fine, sparse growth of the day from my face. A hot cloth finished the job as...it blinded and deprived me of my senses.Hands again took my arms and extracted me from the no longer excessively hot water. When the cloth slipped from my face I could see the two women, naked, carefully leading me into the shower. The spray invigorated me as the girl from the bar worked a pair of scissors dangerously close to my cock,. I had to admit to myself that my friend was hot. We ran down to the water and crashed our way through the first line of breakers. The water felt great and the waves weren’t too big, so it was easy to keep our footing as we splashed around. As we did, I noticed an older man standing on the beach watching us, or more likely watching Ashley. The longer he stared the more it was beginning to piss me off. Ashley noticed him too and called him a pervert. Just as I was about to head back to the beach. "Dani, Dani," Sir John's warm masculine voice replied, "you are asissy, you always were a sissy, and I dare say that you are destined toremain a sissy. I want to realize that being a sissy is nothing to beashamed of. If you recall, your mother discussed this very issue whenwe had lunch together your second day here."Sissies, and especially the very few sissies of your caliber, are asexual being all of your own. Gay men - I refuse to use the word'faggot'- want other gay men. 'Men' being the. She moved back and forth between the two engorged points, flickering on each with a fully-thrust tongue, alert all the time for his approval. He attended manually to his own growing excitement and did not scrimp on expressing admiration.“Hell, baby, that beats the fuckin’ band. Squeeze those tits together. Go on, do it for me.”Her tiny hands struggled to encompass her breasts, but for him she managed it, squeezing them together into a tight cleavage, then pulling them apart and repeating the.