" But isn't that a young lady should be treated?" I asked, looking at her and seeing a lovely smile on her face."Yes," she agreed, adding, "But a lot ...f boys just haven't a clue how to treat a girl, they just think they can do whatever they want to them."Before we could elaborate on that discussion, we were at the Restaurant where I parked the car and took hold of Susie's hand, leading her to the door.When I opened the door for her, the look on her face was a complete picture - the expression. I swallowed. I was so horny that I could hardly withstand touching my clit. But I knew I had to wait. I needed to remember that this was only the appetizer. I also knew that someone else was watching what was happening, and could not wait to join. I knew that she was just as horny and wet as I was. He pulled his dripping cock from my mouth and again wrapped his strong hand around it. He jerked it and pulled it, causing a final jet of sticky cum to stream out of it, all over. After several turns down roads I have never been on we finally stopped at a night club. I was frozen, I couldn't go in dressed like this. Lisa got out, walked around the car, opened my door, and took my hand; as if she knew what I was thinking. Squeezing it she said, “You’re coming in!” As we walked in, arm and arm, I saw it was a cross dresser, and transvestite friendly night club. Lisa told me she brought me here just to show me off. She wanted to make her friend, the owner of the bar. There came a timid tap on my bedroom door and she slipped in to retrieve the contraband appliance. She smiled sadly as she left the room. The pleasure was empty and fleeting. ("I miss the weith of another person against me. The touch and smell," she explains. "Masturbation is a poor substitute.") I now was in the position to rid her of that emptiness and take my father's place as a superior lover. Whenever he did fuck her (not make love) it was usually adriot and without passion and he seemed.