Unbeknownst to me, a figure had entered the yard and was watching from a distance, mesmerised by the sight of me fingering myself and grabbing at my t...ts. A quiet cough alerted me to his presence. Normally I would have stopped doing what I was doing and been embarrassed at being caught but I was enjoying the feeling of my hands so much, in and on my body, that I couldn't have stopped even if I'd wanted to. Instead, I simply smiled and offered a 'hey' by way of greeting. Giving me a cheeky grin. But you. If you were in California this afternoon you might just get lucky.(Maq says: I'd never considered it might really happen until the moment I read that. After all, she was Jill Lane. The real Jill Lane. Impossible.)(Jill says: If he'd been there, I'd of done him.)(Maq edit: On with the email)Maq, reading your letter I get the feeling that you are still a little uncomfortable with writing this stuff to me. What more do I have to do? I just told you that the thought of your tongue licking. Our mutual dislike went all the way back to the time hecornered me at a party and tried to hit on me. I refused his offer ofcourse, but later when Shelly told him who I really was, he got reallyangry and stomped off. Later, somehow he and Shelly got together, andever since then I've been trying to break them up. I've been dressing asa girl since I was a little kid, only going out after Shelly found outand started helping me. I was 15 at the time, and with each outing Ibecame more and more. " Oh?" she said teasingly, "Which ones?" Perhaps we could go somewhere and get acquainted?" Ben suggested, anticipating that she might be interested."We could," she answered, "I'm dying to learn of your experiences with white bikinis and nipples."On the patio at the closest resort hotel, they shared several drinks as Ben watched the water droplets gradually drying on her breasts and shoulders. "So you're a tit loving kind of guy?" she asked. Ben laughed out loud at her assertiveness."Actually.