When he stopped walking, he breathed a sigh of relief -- at least the incredible sensations of moving denim-against-skin had stopped. Unfortunately, h...s cock had not quit its incessant throbbing. It wanted a climax, and it wanted it NOW. He spotted two stores on the lower level, a Radio Shack and a clothing store. He figured he could go into the Radio Shack and look at electronic gear -- that might take his mind off of "things" long enough to calm down a bit. Then he could go into the clothing. “Tell me about it,” he said quietly. So she did. “I always knew I was different,” she said. “As a boy, I tried to do ‘boy things’, but they all just seemed stupid. I liked playing sports like basketball, and lacrosse, but not football or anything that required hard contact. I liked to dance, and I liked to hang out, but I never wanted to hang out with ‘the guys.’ I always wanted to be with the girls. I was never really attracted to the girls – I wanted to be one of them. When I first realized. I was startled and shocked as he did it, but I also felt a wave of heat flash through me. I suppose I should have pulled away and that would have ended it but, and I really don’t know why, I just didn’t. Actually, I do know why – I was excited! Of course, it wasn’t much, just a hand on my boob, not really feeling me, just resting there, but my mind froze up like that of a sixteen year girl being touched for the first time! In any case, I didn’t pull away and he just left his hand there, cupping. Seems that the two of them had discovered a Margarita bar in the center of the town’s many shops. I decided to return to the bathroom and finish dressing, but not before taking in the image of our new friend Mia. She had golden skin, tanned from the sun. Her breasts were just a little larger than my wife’s and a bit large for her smaller frame, yet she carried them well. Her thong was barley covering her smooth vulva and I also noticed that Mia had absolutely NO tan lines. My cock hardened just.