“Tengo que hacer pis,” she said again and motioned to the bathroom.I nodded, pointing to the bathroom and said, “It’s okay,”She went in and ...ushed the door to, not closing it all the way. I heard the clank of the toilet lid being lowered and remembered my mom telling me to always put the seat down after I had finished.In a minute I heard the toilet flush and then the water turn on at the sink.She slowly emerged from the bathroom and looked at me, looked at the door, and then looked back at. From dressing room to dressing room, I watched them dress and undress and dress again. We joked and laughed together, simply having fun. As Lisa put it, "This is how girls live!", I forgot I was boy except for the constant throbbing of my penis, it almost hurt. Joy took me into a dressing room to try on a skirt and as she did I couldn't take my eyes off her crotch. Her panties were really wet and that made them see through. My now raw swollen penis tensed against the silky fabric of my panties.. Sometimes we flew up individually, and sometimes I'd fly the rafts up with us still sitting in them. By the end of the trip, the girls and guides would unhesitatingly run off the edge of a cliff to have the angel catch them at the bottom. I warned them not to try that at home.One of their favorite miracles was the Guardian Angel's going into the forest to get several wild animals for them to pet and hug. I couldn't find a cougar, which disappointed me, but a mother bear, her two cubs and. A disembodied voice intoned, ?Strip to the waist first, then the rest.? It seemed more humiliating because the voice always sounded bored.Amy pulled the knot in the scarf, absently folded it and placed it in the basket. Stood at attention, waited one second, then she un-buttoned the buttons of her blouse, pulling it out from the waist band of her skirt. Amy slipped the blouse off her shoulders and arms, folded it neatly and placed it in the basket. Once again she repeated the drill, stood at.