“So,” the one who had led them there asked, “Marilyn seems to have chosen you. Who are you?“I’m Andy Trainor. I’m a freshman like Marilyn....I knew her last year in Evanston, and I was impressed then. She, however, was unavailable. I asked this fall, and she agreed to come on a date with me. We’ve been on several dates since.” This didn’t seem to satisfy her.“Let’s see, I’ll be an electrical-engineering major -- not yet; you know the rules -- but I will be.”Another of them asked, “How did you do. This girl should be in Hollywood... fuck, starring in a hundred million dollar film." What's she doing here them?" Daddy wanted to know, the distrusting Maine fisherman never far from the surface."Skin so luminous we won't need extra lighting... green eyes and silky red hair... breasts... oh shit boss, breast riper that the juiciest apple... a triangle of pubic hair that draws your eyes..." Have you been smoking again Pete?" Fuck you boss. You wanted a girl that would drive a daddy and his son. I jumped out of the truck, with a solid bulge in my pants to say the least, went to the other side of the truck and opened the door for her to get in. She jumped in through her bag behind in the club cab area, rubbed her hands together and huddled up to the heat! Soon we were driving down the road and she began to warm up….boy did she! We chatted small talk for about 5 minutes I would say, when she reached over and undid my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I was pleasantly. She can't seem to get anything out of her throat anymore. It's tighter than she's ever felt it. She smiles and heads out the door, unable to say goodbye properly. She gets outside and exhales desperately. I did it! I can't believe it! I can't believe she said yes… Oh god… How am I going to get through a whole date with her? I can barely look her in the eyes! ~~~~~~ Stacy checks her phone. 6:03pm She waits nervously outside the restaurant. She's wearing the same outfit as earlier; her pink dress.