Right after I hear the click of the door being shut, I spin around and push him back against it, get on my knees and start to unzip his jeans. seeing ...he bulge just got me even more hot, I leaned forward and kissed it. He pushes my head back breathing hard, and pulls his jeans down. His huge dick pops out in front of my face, but before I could even get a lick, he stopped me."what did I say," he breathed. "Take your fucking clothes off Neii, before I rip them off.." oooh, just from the way he. So defensive were they, that merely being a man's man was an offence in some circles. Not illegal, but politically incorrect and decidedly immoral.Women's Liberation Groups were known to blackball colleagues and associates who were married ... to a man, that is. They were accused of 'sleeping with the enemy.' Fem-terrorist conferences went so far as to expel their own lib-sisters if it was discovered they were dating guys. That was called 'fraternizing with the foe.'What this radical, exclusive. We both got naked but I always wear at least one piece of female clothing during sex. I love it so much. For this I wanted to keep it simple so I only wore knee length socks. I was still figuring out if we could actually make this work. Then came the question, should we do this on the bed or on the floor? The bed is more comfy but the floor would give us a solid base when doing this for the first time. We decided on the floor with a towel for Dave's back. Dave lay on the floor and had made. The martinis had relaxed them, and Monica went upstairs. After locking her door, she opened up the huge cedar chest and took out the thousands she’d made as a private dancer. She’d planned this as her spending money at school. She didn’t know how long it would last, but however she had made the money, she was glad she had it. Even though it was a Friday, she settled into her room with a movie on her DVD player. She fell asleep before it was over. * Soon, it was time for another one of her.