"Well, he didn't so much as ask as try and tell me we were going out. That kind of thing doesn't go over well with me." Well now that he knows that Al...en here scored a date with you, he's probably going to try again," said Carl."Yeah," piped up Brenda with a wicked grin. "Looks like Allen's gonna have to use that fancy karate to defend your honor." It's Aikido, not karate," said Allen. "How many times do I have to tell you that?" Whatever," said Brenda, waving her hands in the air. "It's all. I picked up the phone. ‘Put on three pairs of tight panties, and then the lycra tights, we don’t want it coming out.’ What could I do? I put on the panties then the tights. ‘Now that pair of blue jeans, the ones you have to struggle into. On top, a blouse please, no bra.’ I struggled into the jeans which was a hell of a job on top of the lycra tights. I hunted around and found a blouse. ‘Great, you look great, now that nice pair of black boots.’ I groaned inwardly, he was deliberately. .. I do not think she does. I never brought or bring men home; we always do it at a hotel or motel, being most of the men that I date are married. A lot of them are from out of town and in New Orleans on business or for a convention. As for Sophie, she does not even know me, or for that matter, that I even exist. I have kept track of her and watched, admittedly from afar, her growing up into a beautiful, now married, young woman,” Cristine said.“I would never have guessed all that, and I have. ”“Oh you’re tight alright,” the man in front of him said. “I bet your ass is a virgin, isn’t it?”He didn’t answer. Looking over at the man by the stall door, he saw that he had pulled his pants off and was rubbing his hard cock faster. He groaned a little and started towards him.“Come on, pal. Put your hand around this and feel its power. It won’t hurt you,” as the man’s cock was thrust into his hand.He had never felt a hard cock before except his own and he tried to take his hand away. “Don’t.