Eventhough my girl's clothes were routine, I never tired of seeing mypolished toes encased in nylon, or putting my slippery nyloned feet intoa pair of...pretty girl's shoes. The feel of my hair caressing my cheekswas a constant reminder of my girlishness. It felt right. Mynervousness about being seen in public was gone. I simply WAS a girl.We saw the Newsoms regularly at church, and one day Mrs. Newsommentioned that her daughter, Paula, Michael's aunt, was getting marriedin August. It was to. " Well lets get started at my beach hut"They packed up and walked over to his motorcycle as he gave Fuko his helmet. She wrapped her arms around his muscular torso.He began driving up to the far northern reaches of the beach into a secluded shore with no roads or people. Only small mountains and trees.They stopped on a small dirt path, where he took her out to a secluded beach next to a cliff. At the bottom of the cliff was a small hut made of wood with some trinkets out front and a. I asked him about his own wife, thinking that she could be the read head beauty we had seen earlier. But then he told us that his wife had flown home a couple of days ago, to deal with some financial crisis. Noticing that Anita was a little bit embarrassed over the situation, I excused us and said we really wanted to go out the beach. Obviously he was very enticed by white women, because I turned my head when we were leaving and noticed he was rubbing his big bulge through his shorts. I asked. She took my hand and gently pulled me inside, then closed the doorbehind me. Turning around, she stepped toward me and locked me in atight embrace, thrusting the full length of her body against mine. Shekissed me deeply, her tongue invading the deepest recesses of my mouth.Finally she stopped and lifted her eyes to meet mine."My darling Michael, you have promised to surrender yourself to mewithout conditions or reservations, that I may do with you as I wish. Iwill tell you that it will not.