Smart, steady, sensible, kind, and having a good sense of humor. A good listener. Sympathetic. And, of course, an enthusiastic and virile lover, willi...g to try anything, capable of fulfilling her special needs. She had quite a number of special needs.The trouble was that she was looking for an exceedingly rare breed of animal. Those few men possessing the right attributes were already spoken for.Take Zach Whitman, for example. He met or exceeded all her specifications, but there was one minor. "My "dad" lifts my skirt and stuck a finger in my vagina. I could feelhim move his large finger around inside me, "Boys have penis, and youhave a vagina that makes you a girl." He then grabs both breasts. "Girlshave breast, boys don't. No matter how you look at it you are a girl; soyou had better get used to it and everything that goes with it."I was then handcuffed and thrown into the back seat of the car. I criedand pleaded with them for the thirty minute trip to where we were going.When we. But he had enough restraint to push my head away as he said “No, I don’t wanna come, we haven’t fucked yet”Dave then instructed me to stand in front of him and slowly strip for him. So I stood up and began to undo the buttons on my blouse. Once undone I eased my arms out and threw my blouse onto the floor. I turned around so he could see me slowly unzip my skirt. Once free I let it fall to the floor. I was about to turn back around when he said “Stop, wait there” He then lent forward and. Using the special aerator that J got me on our last trip to our favorite winery, I poured an inch or two of the dark red liquid into each glass. Armed with the wine, I followed the sisters out the French doors to our back yard patio. "It's five o'clock somewhere!" I joked, coming out the door. "Do you ladies want a glass of wine?" The ladies were sitting close together at the patio table. Both J and Jenn looked at me and smiled. "Yes!" They both said, flashing sunny smiles at me. I sat down.