. I don't know where to start..." he managed to say."You can tell me anything you want. I promise I won't tell," Carissa said softly.Knowing that it w...s probably better to tell someone about what was going on rather than keep it bottled up inside, Curt decided to open up to Carissa and tell her everything."So, Carissa... I always have these dreams about making love to a woman, and in that dream I am also a woman. For as long as I can remember, I've been enchanted by everything feminine, and. That would explain part of the reason that ‘pickup preferred’ was included on the note. A short stretch down the back road and I throw it into low gear, climb the hill, drive past the old windmill with the rusted blue water truck parked under it, past two more entry ways and look to the right to notice the big American flag and the red pickup with the white horse trailer attached to it. That’s Jo’s place. I pull onto the property, shut off the engine and pull the emergency brake. Stepping out. The thought that she has done this to him makes her even wetter and her fanny is aching to be touched. Deciding to give him more of the same, she puts her back towards him and leans over the car, stretching for her thong. She opens her legs and wriggles slightly and provocatively to make sure he gets a good look at her pink, glistening pussy lips pouting from between her legs.By now the thrill of teasing him has made her hot and horny and desperate for a really good fucking. Not bothering with. I was sixteen, blonde hair, blue eyes, and was a little sassy.Back in those days, I knew I had John's heart, but I saw him as a friend. He hoped when I was eighteen, I'd date him, but I was already taken. I had left the base, and moved back to Ohio to finish school shortly after meeting John. We never lost contact, but I married someone else.I still went to see him, visiting him every few months on my way to see my parents. I knew he was saddened by my marriage, but he never admitted it. Life.