In fact, the idea that I would never likely have sex with Melinda (or probably any woman, for that matter) felt somehow right, and proper.Melinda and ... began dating, and fairly regularly, too, but as I'd already been informed on our first date, there was never any slight hint that she and I might end up (at some point) fucking; and though I did feel a considerable degree of sexual attraction to Melinda, I didn't push the issue, and we did have a lot of nice times together as a result.I'm not. Not wanting her Prince Charming to see the tears in hereyes, she kept her back turned as she said "If you still want to."*************George called Robin on Monday to finalize the plans for the date. Robinwas dreading even thinking of the date. It would be the end of thefantasy of building something special with George. The call was brief forshe felt guilty not telling him about being a transgender woman.The lady who wanted a little more time living in her fantasy world couldnot bring herself. After a good two minutes of steady, hard spanking he stopped and cupped my burning globes.'God, how I've missed this,' he said. I was panting too much to reply. I tried to get up, but he held me down with his left arm. 'Who said you could get up?' he growled.A powerful open-handed Smack! against both cheeks had me arch my back and cry out. Two more full, powerful Smacks across my burning backside and I was on my feet, hips gyrating as my hands tried vainly to put out the fire.I glanced down at. George saw things that were not there ... at least, not there yet.Of course, his attire and demeanour reinforced his nerd, nut-bar reputation. Worse than his two-inch pant cuffs, worse than his un-matching striped shirts and polka dot bow ties, worse than his regularly mismatched socks were his glasses. Spectacles would be a more apt term because they were a sight for sore losers. The nastiest of schoolmates used sarcasm, which innocent George took at face value, to compliment him on his.