He owned a construction company and every day after work we would go to his house for some supper. On night we got home kind of late that I just had ...ohn take me home instead of going to his place. When I got home there was a note telling me that my parents were gone for the evening, and my sister and brother were gone for the weekend so I decided to get a shower and dress up to play house. I went to bed in just my panties and bra. I woke up the next morning for work and decided that I. Dylan said he lives down on the river, in a small, neat house with a wraparound porch with a set of steps out back onto his dock onto the river. He says he has a boat, too, and we could go out in the boat to the island down the river when we get together.Although it's tempting, I think we should meet in the coffee shop down the street from my apartment building. It's a public place with plenty of people around, so although I'm not scared, that might be best at first.A few nights ago, I dreamed. I know what you want, and I thrust it up at you. I watch - beyond joy, beyond pleasure - as you look up at my face with my swollen, steel-hard dick in your soft hand. I am wet too, my dickhead gleaming, trails of shining pre-cum dripping to my balls, a string of clear fluid dangling from the tip. You smile up at me, as sweetly and innocently as a child, and you close your eyes and kiss my hard-on and rub your soft cheek against it lovingly - and then your darling tongue slips out so prettily -. Men are stupid, low creatures that always use women.They've been holding back the human race for all ofhistory. Their only purpose is a bit of momentary pleasure- thank you for showing me that, by the way - and that'sall a good woman should require of them. I mean, if theywere any better, they'd be women, right?"Brenda frowned. Perhaps she was imagining things, but thosewords sounded... barbed. "Speaking of the institute, honey,what's happened with your appointments?" Oh, with Dr. Jenkin's.