One of my friends later told me that place was used by couples to practice dogging and cuckolding.I didn't even know what those were, but looking back... we gave that man every signal to invite him.The reverse lights were on (which means come over) and the windows were cranked down (which means you can touch) It makes me wonder whether that man was really bad or not, He probably didn't want to rape me, He just thought I gave him my consent with those signals.So, for the past few years, I have. We were all nice and fresh. When I got out, Tom had wine poured for us. Grace had brought candles and had them lit and the lights out. It was so romantic. Tom had nice soft music on the radio. They invited me to join them on the bed. Both Tom and Grace were completely naked sitting there very relaxed. I dropped my towel and got on the bed with them. We all sipped our wine for a few minutes. Before I knew it, Tom was holding me, kissing me deeply with his tongue probing into my mouth, fondling. I wanted to be a girl, just like her. I started my journey into womanhood in my teen years by borrowing a pair of my sister's panties, then it was her bra, then her stockings and garter belt. This borrowing went on for a while until I was discovered, not caught but discovered. The memory is as clear today as it was when it first happened. I was in my sister's room, standing in front of her full length mirror admiring how I looked in her bra, garter belt, stockings and panties when she walked in. The scent of her sex must surely permeate inside of the car, that sweet heady scent which men love and desire. She pulled her dress down and tried to concentrate. She started the engine and put it into gear, turning on the air conditioning and turning the fan up full, she needed to calm down, needing her heat to cool inside of her. Monnie focused on the drive home, needing that shower to wash away some of the wicked desires that she thought she possessed for that man. She jumped as her phone.