He didn't know what to think as he softly cracked open the door. Susie was sitting at the computer desk, her back to him. She was twisting around in t...e black swivel chair, her white lace panties on one side of the chair, grinding her little thighs together. She was softly panting, rolling her neck to the side. He wasn't too sure what she was doing at her first, until he looked at the computer screen to see a skinny girl in pigtails, legs spread, being fucked by a stud. He couldn't believe it.. . different... I decided to seeif I could move around. I could. All I knew at the time was, my chestfelt funny and my head... It was dark, the shutters were only halfopen. I called for the nurse then froze. My voice sounded odd. Tossingthe covers off, I went to open the window myself. And froze in midmotion.I felt... breasts. Reaching round I found at table light and switchedit on. Pulling back the covers I saw them, large and pert. I felt them,and felt with them. They were real... My arms also. I was sent on a residential course by my employer to a site on the south coast, I knew I would have a day off midway through the coast so looked up the nearest nude beach. Marie I knew lived not far from my hotel so I arranged to go and visit at the end of the course.The first two days of the course were intense which explains the day off midway through and come that day I could not wait to hit the beach. I found a parking spot near to the beach, grabbed my stuff and headed for the sand. Once. . ?"The cottages were of a modernistic atrium style that had been built within a fenced area of roughly about one square city block in Boston just off Malcolm X Boulevard. The whole development was an attempt to bring a touch of gentrification to an area that had seen its better days, and now was rapidly going downhill.There were eight of the cottages, with the doorways facing to the outside from within a roughly rectangular arrangement with all eight cottages, outlining a central communal yard.