I would have to pay a call on Ms. Handwriting myself. Strapping on a magnum, a Saturday Night special, a bullet proof vest, two throwing knives and a ...an of pepper spray, I set off. It was a short drive to the gates of her property, but a long walk up to her front door. I pressed the buzzer on the large ornamental portal to her abode. Rather than a buzzing sound, I heard the sound of a loud gong reverberating within. The door opened and there stood Anita, wrapped in a long silk dressing gown. " she accused."I never did a thing!" I recoiled."Exactly!" she said triumphantly, "It was horrible, Jennie said all I had to do was wear a wonderbra and be friendly and the rest would follow." I don't understand?" I explained."Unprofessional behaviour," she explained, "A quick quarter million settlement out of court and move on, except she's moved on while I." Jennie was your?" I asked."Girlfriend." she said, "Are you shocked?" No, I thought you were a, ah." I said searching for the politically. " So," said Mandy, "what does it feel like?"For the next half hour Wendy explained all about how her curiosity about male anatomy and Einstein's obvious physical discomfort with an erection had started her quest on what happens with guys when they get excited. She explained how, at his invitation, she'd felt it through his jeans and her wonder at how a guy could move around with something that big and hard in his pants. Then she told of how I had convinced him to let her see what it looked like. Lost in her drunkenness, she told herself to go talk to him. She told herself it will just be this once and, that way, she won’t have any regrets down the road.As they made their way up to his hotel room, she started having second thoughts but pushed them aside when he kissed her neck; making her knees weak. As he picked her up and placed her on the bed, her thoughts of you completely slipped from her mind. Especially when he pulled off his pants, releasing his massive cock.Her eyes widened.