He was tall, around 6 feet, goodbuild, not skinny, just what I liked! He had a dark overcoat on, as he said hewould, this was it, this was the man I h...d been waiting for. He too lookedslightly nervous as he came towards the car. As he drew closer I rolled down thewindow and looked towards him, for the first time looking into his eyes, I knewthen that this was definitely going to go further. He smiled at me and said myname, just to make sure I was the right guy! I answered 'yes'. We didn't. I watch as they took off their pants and underwear, putting on their compression shorts. But the guys on the football team were very comfortable and stood around with out anything on a little to long. I got a very nice view of the guys dick from across the hall. "Hey faggot like what you see" said the closet football player, Ed."I..Im not gay" Was the only thing i could say in a whisper, as i adverted my eyes quickly.The football player walked across the hall, still no pants on, and grabbed me. The makeup isn't overdone, it isjust right. Everyone is now looking at me.Sandra tells the receptionist, "My brother begged me to get his hair done in pretty curls and a perm, after this he wants his ears pierced."I almost cried and it was hard to stifle back the tears but I didremembering the threat.The receptionist says, "It will be a 10 minute wait what is his name?"This is embarrassing and Sandra says, "His name is Michelle Groves."I just sat there dumbfounded, until now they never called. I could play around little I think to myself. I didn't promise anything about that.The tires to my car squeal as I pull out of the parking lot and rush her home. She massages my throbbing member during the entire drive to her house and we barely make it through the front door and onto the couch before our shirts come off and we are in a powerful lip lock, tongues wrapped around each other like snakes. Why did I have to wear jeans I thought to myself but Sandy's expert hands solve that problem.