"I tried to read her. Moments before I'd been sure she was going to turn me down but now she was going over the whole thing so deliberately. Did she e...joy drawing out a refusal? I couldn't tell what she was up to. "Yes," I said, immediately chagrinned that my word was little more than a mumble."You don't need us." I stared. I didn't understand why she repeated the point. "But you very much want us."I certainly did. It was perfect, I just knew my advisor would approve and things would go. His pants and shirt melted to nothing revealing his developing form thestriped stockings ending at his thighs created a thick lucious look whilehis penis valiantly pushed outward past the elastic wasteband of the thongthat had at merely fifteen minutes ago been his boxers, he could feel hisface shifting as he lost focus for that single moment, he moaned out atthe feeling of his face tingling and reforming into a soft delicatness,another moan escaped his lips as they plumped outward 'aren't. We set up a “date” and I nervously waited to see him.I was so nervous driving to his house, but I had wanted this for so long, I needed this. I had wanted to experience being with another man for so long that It was nearly all I could think about... a man’s cock, his balls, his ass... maybe even kissing his lips.At Marks door, he was nice and at ease, which put me at ease. He suggested we go to his bedroom and I followed him. He said, “I’ll just strip down and you can give me that massage” I. This was agirl I met at the college, and we were off to theraces (so to speak) as soon as we returned to schoolafter the holiday. I never saw my high school girlagain.Donna was of a churchly background also, and feltguilty that she had let a boy she dated the previousyear ‘feel her up’ and finger her. He had asked if hecould put his penis in her ‘just to see if it wouldfit,’ but she had refused. I was devastated, and shefelt terrible for ‘cheating’ on me.