I waspatently aware of every stitch of female clothing I was wearing andconsciously pushed out my pert B cups as far as possible, wishing thatthey wer... real and that he would see me as I wanted to be. "Yeah, I don't hear too good when I'm getting head either," he laughed.A typical Trent joke.Trying to be witty and return his with a cute remark of my own Iblurted, "I didn't say when I'm getting head, I said I couldn't hearwhen I was giving you head..."I was shocked into silence for only a moment. "Her hand brushed across the rough wood of the inside of the garage door and encountered just a latch, which she quickly lifted.The door, when she opened it, creaked so loudly that even the frogs outside were momentarily silenced. Ellen no longer cared about the noise. It was the hour before the dawn and the moon had long since set. The night was coal black and the dirt road leading to the abandoned warehouse was only a barely perceptible glow in the darkness. There was no doubt in her mind. She would no longer be responsible in any way for what she did. In her mind she submitted."I'd rather do that than go away" she whispered.Her father entered the conversation: "Before you agree, we want you to think it through. There'll be no turning back. And much of what we tell you to do may conflict with your beloved born-again principles. So what we are going to do is to give you 12 hours to sleep on it. Get yourself something to eat and drink and go to your bedroom. Stay there for the. All I could do was to hold on and wait for the next cataclysm. I know I was screaming, but whether they were obscenities or just wild animal mating cries, I could not say. I was beyond pleasure. Darrell had taken me to another plane, another dimension of existence in which noting existed except my sex and his mouth. I shuddered, grew rigid, and surrendered my body to an orgasm that must have fried millions of brain cells. Blackness overcame me.My next perception was a gentle knocking. I was.