The pictures are taken on spec. People are encouraged to come by the shop and see the pictures as they come off the beach. She sells twenty or thirty ...ets per day on a slow day. We are working the beach one day when she stops at the beach’s edge. She looks up at me and says, ‘If you could have any woman on this beach, which would you pick? I mean other than me.’ I look up and down the beach and find a tall brunette. She fills out an orange bikini, is nicely tanned, and has Cracker Jack good. She hummed along as she caught what I offered and then rubbed it into her skin like a lotion she only used on special occasions. Then her humming grew in intensity, her eyes squeezed shut, and she rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She had her own orgasm, more from me hosing her down than the feel of me between her breasts.When she recovered, she stood up again. “I never knew I was sensitive enough to get off on that.”I smiled. “I’m sure other factors helped.”She looked down. Had it been discovered at the store about her illicit and shameful forayinto the Female locker room and her free for all rummage through herstore colleagues' uniform blouses and skirts?Or had a neighbour recognized her or had somehow caught a view of herthrough her windows during her wild solo sissy dressing sessions?"What's up silly sissy boy? Not talking?... Nothing nice catch your eyeupstairs today?"The simple seconds for her card to be approved had seemed like minutesand she knew that there. .. well, that was going very badly. Right now, beside him on the seat of the car lay a large bouquet of roses... an attempt to apologize to her for the way he'd been treating her. He pulled into the driveway, trying to block out his brutality with his wife for the last two nights. He had returned to their bedroom from one of his supposed walks and having been stirred up beyond the breaking point by his sensual young stepdaughter, he'd found himself turning into a madman with Laura!Two nights in.