She felt his cock go stiff as a board against her belly.This was her big chance, the chance to lose her cherry to the man who attracted her more than ...ny other. Urgently she grabbed her father's swelling prick and stuffed it between her legs. She made instinctive fucking motions with her hips, trying to get him to roll over on her and cr-am his cock into her. He started to respond, then stopped and laughed."Oh, come on, honey," he chuckled, "this has gone far enough. We're not gonna fuck till I. Whenever my mother was out, I'd always go into her room and try on her intimate apparel. I just loved how it felt on my skin. I'd especially liked how her bras and panties felt. I loved to get dressed in her dresses and even apply make-up. I really never told anybody about this. The lacier the better. I especially liked satin panties. They always felt real nice pressed against my cock. Fast forward about ten years. I’m now twenty-eight years old and married. My wife has no clue about this. Mr. Thomas looked at me and said:"She's more than just drunk. What the hell did you do to her?" I didn't do anything to her except bring her home. As far as what is wrong with her I believe that some one slipped her a date rape drug."He looked at me and said, "You aren't the one who picked her up for her date. Who are you and how did you come to be with Joleen?" I'm a classmate of hers. Her date got drunk and passed out and I appointed myself her watchdog." How do I know that you aren't the one. I was feeling bad about the situation, but I had made up my mind that this relationship, when it comes to sex, was over and done with.I asked him if he wanted to divorce me, and his response was no, he had too many years invested into this relationship. I said that I was glad to hear that, and that I hoped that he would be able to deal with the no sex situation. He said that he would have to have some kind of release for his sexual situation. I told him that I understood that, and asked him how.