Jonathan pulled out and she turned around and sucked him clean as she looked up at him. She licked his balls clean too and then he stood back and admi...ed this beauty before him. He pulled his shorts back on and got her address before he left, telling her that she would awake when she heard the door close. Jonathan would have loved to cum in her ass, but being so petite, she was just way too tight. Asses had become an obsession with him lately, here he was just 18, but since he began using his. Simply thinking about it, and her predicament, automatically drove her hand towards her crotch. She didn’t quite care right now about finding her clothes right away, she had more important ‘things’ to take care of, herself. Lying down at the edge of the water, she focused her thoughts to the scenery, the sounds, and of course, the urges that were growing inside her quickly. Every time a wave hit her feet, the sensation inside her grew in intensity. Her eyes were shut, her fantasies poured into. She assisted, not by using her hand, but by making little shufflles of her crotch when she felt I was close. I soon sensed my cock head coming into contact with warmth and damp, and I eased it forward."Okay?" I said softly, as I pushed on up her passage. She had closed her eyes and breathed in suddenly a little sharply."Yea," she said.I proceeded, badly wanting to touch, kiss or at least hold her somewhere, but I kept the respectful separation between our chests and faces and I kept my forearms. I was so embarrassed and quite uncomfortable as Charlestreated me like his new patient rather than his life-long friend.Charles, "Well, my dear Wendell, at what age did you first cross-dress?" (He called me "dear?" My goodness, did he intend to say that!?)Blushing intensely, I replied softly, "At age 13 when I wore mysister's sexy one-piece swim suit." Did you masturbate while dressed in her swim suit?" he asked in aprobing manner.I looked down and softly replied, "Yes, Charles, I did."Did you.