However, his eyes were directed a little lower than her face.The girl sighed, "That's a little better."Doctor Smythe directed the conversation in an e...fort to explore his patient's two strange comments."You have mentioned a HER twice now. Who is she?"Her response was quite astounding."The original owner of this body," she said softly, tears forming in her eyes. "That's why I don't know my . . . I mean her . . . real name. She switched bodies with me."Doctor Smythe just sat quietly, while he. "Twenty past eight, love." She hated people assuming familiarity uninvited, but she was playing the game and her tits had invited just such a response.She decided to lose the gum and took the deepest drag on her cigarette. It took all her willpower to stifle the coughing reflex, but she held it together. He was sweaty, smelled less that daisy fresh, had a beer belly and wasn't remotely attractive. She turned back to him and, steeling herself, said, "£30 for a quick fuck." She couldn't believe. “Great”, Lacy joined the band of eager sun and surf women. Like a conga line we started down the path. The fork in the path leading to the nude beach was ahead and everyone was ready.The spot was choosen and we circle the carts under a sun shadeand laid out blanket, and I start to remove my caftan and let the sun kiss my skin. I kept chatting with Bobbie to help not feel shy. Bobbie steps out her pants and slowly unbuttons her vest. Her t- top was wet from sweat, out lining her breasts.I caught. Drunk was an understatement. Lying on her belly, her short denim skirt hiked up round her waist, her tiny, red G-string doing nothing to hide her full ass-cheeks, her long, slender legs sheathed in dark stockings. And her high-heels still on her feet. The contents of her handbag strewn across the laminated wooden floor as though she`d struggled to find her mobile phone or something in her drunken haze.I stepped across to the sofa, kneeling down to see if she was okay. She opened her eyes.