We moved to an area between two boats that were turned over and beached out of the surf. We lay down on the sand and kept necking. My blood was hot be...ause I unrestrainedly ran my hands all over Maria's body. At one point, one hand was between her legs fingering her, another was on her nipple, and my tongue was inside her mouth.Somehow my swimsuit was pulled down and Maria's bikini bottoms were pulled aside as she positioned herself and slid down with my wet cock head gliding along her pubic. “What I think matters, and what you think matters, but what they think is of no consequence.”“I don’t want to think about it. Get ready,” she said, taking her suit from his hands and stepping into it. He watched appreciatively as she wiggled it into place. “Don’t wear a shirt. I want all the women to be jealous of me,” she said.He shook his head.“You have a twisted affinity for my scars,” he said. “Other women will likely think they’re horrible.”“Have all the other women in your life thought. I went to my brother's house. I stilllooked like me, except I was wearing a dress. My nephews kept asking me"why I was dressed like a lady?" I tried to explain but my brother andhis wife told them I was 'sick' and they needed to do that to save mylife. I knew my sister-in-law was looking down her nose at me. Heropinions of FemCorps were well known to me. She hated the whole idea.To be honest, I had always agreed with her. I probably still do. Whathurt was my brother's attitude. He was ashamed. After a long time of this she began working on my legs, striping mythighs all around, especially the insides, right up to my crotch. Thisonly served to intensify my emotions, and though I wept miserably, Ifelt glad I was being punished. I thought of all the naughty thoughtsI'd had in my life, especially those involving men I had known, and Irelished the sting of the strap. It felt good and warm to me, and mybottom throbbed with a passion I had not known I possessed. The strap was furious.