He smelled good. Kind of like vanilla. He looked over at me and grinned easily. I grinned back and spent the next few hours paying more attention to h...m than I did the group. Dave was very skinny almost two dimensional. He was about 5’11” with long black hair and very long goatee. Like I mentioned before his manner of dress was strange. Arizona days can be extremely hot. In fact today had topped out at a respectable 118. Now at 7 P.M. it was only 102. He was dressed in black jeans and a Black. Kelly, sitting there naked in the back of my car was a beauty to behold. I said: "Lady, you're naked."She said: "No I'm not," then held up her foot with her sock on.I had removed my shirt while Kelly unfastened her bra. She then began to help me get out of my pants. Once I too was down to my socks, she lay back down, her knees up but spread seductively and held out her arms in open invitation. I needed a taste first. In the somewhat cramped confines of the car, I couldn't get a very good angle.. Sandy watched him stand up, her eyes fixed on his pants and she smiled as she saw a semi-hard cock press forwards against his shorts and tent them slightly. Inwardly, she was pleased with herself. Pleased that she had had that effect on her father.Later that evening, Sandy offered to cook dinner for her dad. Her father had taken up residence on the sofa but facing away from the table. Sandy had planned to call him for dinner and lean over the table. As he turned to get up he would see her pussy. Simon's diagnosis is that you suffer from Gender Diasporaand Stockholm syndrome, with that I am sure we can get an indictment."I replied, "Well I don't consider gender diaspora something I sufferfrom, I think of it more as a gift, but Stockholm syndrome?"Brian replied, "Stockholm syndrome is a condition that causes hostagesto develop a psychological alliance with their captors as a survivalstrategy during captivity. These feelings, resulting from a bond formedbetween captor and captives during.