Glancing at the still blank screen, back toward her escort still facing silently forward, she feels strange, the sensation of the strength ebbing from...her extremities, her head tilting slightly forward, her arms slumping toward her sides. ?I, I don’t feel, so, so good.? She nods, speech slurred, as she tries to focus on him, her vision rapidly blurring, but her mind sharp, working, almost too fast, just the opposite of her motor skills. ?Yes, I know.? He leans toward her, answers. “This may sound strange, but here’s a pair of black stockings, of a length for a conventional skirt. Looks like you’re wearing thigh-highs.” Giving her a bag, “In this are a short dress and a garter belt. Put them on.” I looked into her eyes. “I saw you in what, for me, was a happily mismatched outfit like that, and it’s become one of my most unforgettable erotic images. Thank you for it.” She did a doubletake, realized I was serious about her being a mental milestone, and, very deliberately,. You think I'm a controlling bitch, and..." I don't think that at all," he protested.She went on as if he hadn't spoken at all "... and lots of times, I think you're an egotistical, stubborn jerk. Um, that's only when I'm not thinking you're the sweetest guy alive."Cal made a quick decision that this was another of those times where only silence made sense. They found a few other topics to talk about, then went on to class.The evening of Cal's little lunchroom chat with Tessa, Rebecca would not. That’s right. Love it. Fucking love it … Squeeze the cum out of me with that ass, can you do that? Fuck yes, what am I saying?Love it, Mandy, when I empty into you. That’s right, I’m going to send you home to your fiancé with your ass pumped full of my cream. Damn, seventh circle of fucking hell, that’s where I’m going. Well I might as well go there in style. Oh God, ohhh yes … Here we go. Here we fucking go. Never gets old. “God, fuck – fuck – fuck!!!” ~~~~“God, oh God, you motherfucking.