He groaned. Ground harder. He was exactly where she wanted him – where she’d wanted him since he’d moved in. With a soft moan, she lowered her h...ps and impaled herself, exhaling loudly at the pleasure of penetration.She rode him slowly, hips rocking patiently. Filled with bliss, she marvelled at the man beneath her; what a difference four years had made. His transformation from gangly, nerdy teen to buff, suave man was nothing short of miraculous. Breath-taking. Why had she never seen his. We had been together through some tough times and she was always there for me when I needed somebody to pick me up when Uni generally got tough. I was comfortable and enjoyed what I had. I never expected anything more.One day though, a friend mentioned how he planned on starting to look for a lady of his own and asked for any recommended sites. I told him of the site I knew all too well and reactivated my old profile to give him a browse. It wasn't until that night I realised I hadn't. Now he was desperate to hold onto the woman who hadaccepted him and made him feel like a real man. The confidence she hadgiven him had made it easier for him to have his double life as Jemma.He hugged himself and whispered, "I can do all that, Linda. But, I mean,you don't have to make me dress up all the time. And..."She cut him off with, "Oh? Rewriting my rules already?" No, no, no," he insisted. "It's just that..." John ran out of words.He didn't feel manly at all. He felt more like. "Charisse really didn't care for the setup. It all sounded like a hit or miss, last minute thing and besides she had always had lousy luck on blind dates."Don't sound like such a party-pooper already. You'll really have a great time, you'll see," Debby said.But Charisse still felt kind of pessimistic about the forthcoming party. After all, what could these cornball boys think up which could thrill a girl like herself, who'd already lived it up a bit. She'd also seen how sophisticated people.