Hearing him groan as I skittered backwards onto sleeping bags, blankets, and out of my pants, I turned to watch, and was surprised to find him already...advancing on me, his kilt, cloak and sandals already on the floor. Before I could catch my breath, I was back in his arms, lying down. ‘You’ve got goose bumps, sweetheart. Here, let’s get some of these blankets on you,’ he murmured. ‘The goose bumps aren’t because of the cold,’ I replied, ‘don’t you know me by now?’ ‘It’s been awhile,’ he. " Huh, what?" he said a little nervously.Three quick pumps up and down got his back arching again. "Your stash of dirty, disgusting magazines, you pervert."I don't know how he looked so horny and guilty at the same time. At least he didn't deny it or offer lame excuses. "So you like looking at dirty, ugly sluts. You like watching them suck cock. You like seeing cocks exploding in their hands and on faces. You like watching them get fucked between their tits, in their raggedy pussies, and up. My insatiable lust had driven me into this high risk situation. I have no control anymore. The rest of my life will an ever increasing series of risks to feed my transvestic fetish.Eventually I got myself under control and just lay there, relaxed.A while later I saw two women arrive further down the beach. They walked away from me and settled down some distance away.The whole time my heart was pounding. It took an effort of will not to get up and leave. I knew that I had to stay and see this. It was unnecessary to reevaluate the whole project, only the areas where corrections were made and reduce the bid by that amount, or use the figures that Mr. Bozman had projected.At the end of the meeting the builder asked for a copy of the blueprints showing the corrections and for two days to review them with their engineers. We agreed to have them copied today. We had a big copier at the main office that could do that job easily.The students that were going home for Thanksgiving were loading.