“Show me what you usually do,” Mat says, and Abby leans back, laying down and opening her legs. Eyes on her dad, Abby moves her hand between her l...gs and starts rubbing herself. Her breath is already erratic, even though she’s still wearing clothes.“Does that feel good?” he asks, trying to keep his voice even. Abby nods. “But you can’t get off this way?”“I haven’t yet,” she says quietly.“Are you rubbing the right spot?”“What’s the right spot?” she asks, hand still moving.“Your clit,” he answers. The beach had been private for hundreds of years so the public had not dropped coins, jewellery or even litter. There was little for Reginald to find unless it had floated. Anything that floated ashore was obvious. It didn’t get buried because the beach was made of large stones. Reginald enjoyed walking along the beach at weekends in the winter and mornings and evenings from spring to autumn. His leg muscles were well exercised on the uneven surface. His slight frame was much more muscular than. When he pulled away from our kiss he began to kneel, kissing each breast on his way down, then unzipped my skirt and dropped it to the floor, leaned in and tongue-kissed my navel. His next kiss was on my abdomen, then right on my low-cut panties exactly over my clit as he pulled them to the floor, then licked my freshly-shaved pussy sending shivers through me. Then, Nick stood up and led me down the hall to a bedroom and to the king-sized bed. I got on and all three quickly stripped and joined. I loved thefeel of being a woman, and dressing as one.This went on for about a year or two, And then I started widening myvisions. I tried putting on a bit of make-up, but it was a lot harderthan I thought and it was a disaster. It made me look more of a clownthan anything did.I gave that idea up for a little while.Then I started reading books on how it should be done properly, whatshades to use together, how to blend thing's in. What a difference itmade, after a few weeks, I could apply my.