“Exhibition? Are you kidding me?” asked Bhavana nearly spitting her coffee onto the table of a coffee shop where she and her husband were enjoying...a light moment.“I just explained to you, it’ll bring excitement back into our sex life. We’ll make love like we used to.” Argued Kumar.Kumar went on an on explaining how acts like exhibition excited him, how it would be completely safe and in turn would help him make love to her in more passionate manner. Bhavana listened patiently; all the while. I had thoughtthat it was quite large. Now, however, as a woman, I had tasted oflarger cocks!My belly was painfully stretched to the limit as Diane exclaimed, "It'sall the way in now! Feel how much your little pussy has been stretched!Feel what its like to have a really big cock stroking in and out of yourbelly! No man can make you cum like I can!" She had the dildo all theway in. It felt as if it were pushed all the way up into the middle ofmy chest. I could barely breathe. When she began to. Having, with no effort at all,lured Ron into flirting me, I was now confident that I could attract boysas well as most real girls could. That meant there would be no furtherneed for anything but girls' intimates. All my girl things were neatlyfolded and caringly arranged in my dresser drawers.But then the awful truth dawned on me. Having attracted boys, flirtedwith them until they dated me would end in frustration or worse. Sure, wecould make out at the movies or in the backseat of a car. . In the darkness, my mind begins to race. Am I making a mistake? How well do I know you? Can I trust you? At this point the questions are moot. I am where I am, and have very little control over what may happen next. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, and as the minutes pass, fear begins to creep back in. Small sounds, a door opening and closing, footsteps on the carpeting across the room. How I wish I could see, could know what was to come. I sense that you are there beside me, then feel.