He pulled my tits close to his body and told me to raise my arms above my head. I did as I was told. He squeezed and rolled my nipples in his fingers ...s I writhed beneath him and willed myself to be quiet. Inside me I could feel the waves growing again and I wanted to scream as if we were at home. He reached in between my legs and slapped my thigh, lightly, a signal for me to open to him. He reached down, looking into my eyes as a smile crossed his face, as pinched my clit in between his thumb. . not this... Jesus! I'm shaking again. Why's it... why's it so much? Why...? Fuck. Every nerve in my body is alive and I'm still moaning. My right leg starts jumping with a weird nervous tic and I can't make it stop. I focus on the leg in hopes it'll distract me. The skin of the thigh is so smooth and I can see the outlines of muscles as it tenses and releases over and over. I want to touch the leg and trace the muscles but I know that'd be a bad idea. Why the fuck won't it stop tapping and. "Nothing special" Charlie replied "Does the job and keeps me warm, all I can ask from it". Charlie entered the Kitchen and filled the kettle, flicking it on and laying out two cups. "Tea or Coffee?" he called out"Coffee please" the woman repliedCharlie came back in and stood in the kitchen door. "I do apologise for the mess, I don't normally have visitors". He said jokingly"No need to apologise" she said "I have been in far worse places before". "...My name is Alice by the way" she said. He and I walkedout on the balcony and he spun me around and kissed me. Not a peck,but a throat clearing kiss that left me trembling in excitement. Hisarm around my waist felt very nice, and I watched as he slowly kissedme again. I knew I would never be a boy again.The next morning I was wearing my skinny jeans and a top, just sittingat the kitchen table eating my toast when mom walked in. She waswearing slacks and a blouse. Her dress was not to be seen. Without aword she poured her coffee and.