She screwed her eyes closed in embarrassment when she heard him say, ‘I do Trinity, oh God I do. But not this way, his really is not you.’ She fel... ready to wail in frustration but took hold of herself and croaked ‘Coffee?’ Fenton went into the kitchen to make it, she following, buttoning up her shirt and then excused herself and went out and retrieve her panties which she found hanging over the foot brake of her car. For a moment she contemplated driving off into tomorrow but decided that was. .., again? More Uncle Randy nonsense. You're a woman, just tellhim to get over it!" That is how Jen greeted me."That's not it this time," and then I tried to explain, or maybe justifymy obsession with Rachel Barnes."Ok, let me paraphrase what I just heard. You think that a girl you knewin middle school, might not really be the bitch she appears to be,because of panda bears. Did I hear that right?" Jen asked bewilderedly."Well, yes, that's more or less it," I sheepishly answered."And you plan to. I could just never bring myself to call her up. Then, one night, I ran into Marty, an old childhood friend of mine, in a bar outside DC. Marty and I were friends from second grade on until we both left town our senior year in high school. Both of our fathers were federal employees, and they were both transferred far enough away that year that we both had to move. Marty was the guy who first told me about sex, and the guy who showed me how to masturbate. In fact, during junior high many of our. I feel my whole body pulse as I breath in your aroma, then you take my hand and place it on your inner thigh whispering "go ahead and take a feel." I run my hand up your thigh, slipping your dress up as I go, I glance over and see your clean shaven pussy just as I run my hand over it. Oh how I want you, every fiber of my body is aching for you, then though you stop me putting my hand back on the steering wheel. "If you want more you'll just have to get me home safe and sound." With that you.