‘Do you masturbate a lot?’ Now she was definitely going red, but tried to answer honestly, if slightly defensively. ‘Um, a fair bit, I suppose. ...on’t you?’ ‘Oh yes, all the time,’ he admitted freely. ‘Mostly while fantasising about you these days. But we’re talking about you. How do you start?’ God, this was tough. She’d never discussed this sort of thing with anybody, let alone whilst stark naked with them. ‘Er, it’s usually when I go to bed, so I’m undressed anyway. If I feel like it, I’ll. People milled around. In the centre of the room there was a large circular area with a small raised stage in the middle – there were more people congregating here, some drinking. At the side of the room was a small bar with a few patrons holding it up, chatting to each other or just ordering drinks.Jack beckoned me to the bar and bought us both beers – they were a little overpriced but not unreasonably. My eyes were becoming accustomed to the low illumination and I was aware that something. "Sally put a hand up. "Wait, Mr. Fuller. I think we ought to take thisopportunity to see the world as it was." Her unspoken thought was thatit might also give her a chance to further explore the sensations of hernew form.Tom nodded. "Okay then. It might be nice to spend a few hours in a bodywithout arthritis, bad vision and a leaky bladder. But that's probablytoo much information for you," he said with a laugh. Sally smiled athim. It was her smile, her smile. He didn't realize until that. ’ I said, pausing for a moment before continuing. ‘Normally when you look up through the water at something above you it’s just a dark outline of the shape that you see. But, perhaps because the angle of the sun was just right for the light to be refracted the way it was, you looked as though you were being lit from beneath. I could see every detail, crystal sharp. Of course the first things to catch my eye were your breasts. Their weight pulling them down from your body, but their buoyancy.