When the girls talked about sex she joined in although she didn't have much to contribute. She was using words like cock and pussy and other words she...would never have uttered six months ago.The icing on the cake came the day Bev showed up for one of the card parties and said:"Well look at you! Next time I have a lingerie party I can use you as a model."Everyone noticed the change in her. Everyone commented on the change. Everyone but Martin. Had they grown so far apart that he didn't even. I had never been and mentioned it. He said well this Saturday he was gonna take me on a ride. He didn’t ask if I was willing to go, he told me to be ready at 8 am Saturday morning and where I was to met him at a local coffee shop. He told me to “dress cute” because he would take me to lunch. Nothing about it seemed like a request.That caused my stomach a bit of unrest because to a girl “cute” can mean so many things. I decided to dress mainly like I did on work days. But since it was hot. My Vag insisted on being rubbed, stroked, gently massaged then rubbed again, rubbed and continuously rubbed. See, missy my clit has the habit to think on her own without consultation or negotiation. I can be extra super duper, on the highest pole of wanting to fuck and when masturbating she won’t burst. The masturbation in the car was bizarre, fun, exciting, a rush, scary although in the dark, I thought I was sick, crazy, needed counseling, everything was running in my mind. I even started. 'I suppose' she finally said to herself, "why not?" But the fact issince she took that job for Delta Sorority she hadn't been in the datingscene for a long time. Girls just used her when they felt like it andshe had gotten used to that way. Steeling herself, her back straight,she touched up her makeup, glad she wore a kind of slutty revealingdress, and decided if nothing else happened, a mocha cooler would bea nice chaser to two thick hot delicious movements! Stepping inside, she was glad.