I have been left resting in my chair, the adults are at tables nearby, the children are running and playing as only the young can, wrapped in their ow... worlds of imagination. It is peaceful, in spite of the nagging presence of the ship. The sun is warm the breeze gentle and watching the children at play I fall asleep. Something, some unknown call awakens me. My eyes trying to focus themselves after my interrupted slumber, hazily begin to take it what my brain fails to comprehend at first. The. “What took you so long?” Tamara breathed. She was excited and nervous, worried and ready. She’d dreamt of this moment for years and thought about it almost constantly for the past two days. She worried he wouldn’t like her. Her breasts were larger now and her ass was fuller and firmer but she still worried. It took every ounce of courage she had to wait for him in this pose – and she’d changed it several times over the past few hours, crawling under the covers at times, putting on a chamois. At least she hopedshe wasn't One thing was certain, her arms and legs felt strange. She looked aroundher. Looked at her arms and at her legs and then tried to move them. She was sitting on some kind of seat. It felt warm and comfortable whichsuggested it was padded plastic and she was naked. Completely naked once more.She looked down for confirmation and saw that her pubic hair really had beencompletely shaven and that it had not been a dream. Her bare ankles where attachedto the legs of the. She was a secret exhibitionist, and a casual, cunning voyeur. She liked to take pictures of me, and for me to photograph her. Of course, she liked to post those on different voyeur sites, but she had even more fun when we would just leave copies out, dropped in public for anyone to find. She liked to leave them in public spaces where we could stay nearby but blend in and not be noticed as we waited to see who would discover them. My favorite set of pictures of my own dick, if I have a favorite.