Oh God, thank you, maybe it's going to happen."I'm modeling my old underwear," she said, a smile in her voice."I love anything you want to show me," I...breathed. I loved looking at her body any way she was willing to let me see it. Discomfort growing in my pants; time now to commit, I undid my belt.She came to me, a wonderful hug, a rare, open-mouthed kiss, my tongue exploiting the precious chance to explore her lips, her teeth. "You smell good," she said as I squirmed out of my shirt. "I'm. We stood together and she kissed me, her hands on my shoulders. I let my hands rest on her hips and opened my mouth to her, welcoming her tongue inside me. ‘Why have we waited?’ She smiled. ‘I needed to get tonight over. Despite appearances I suffer very badly from nerves. If I don’t concentrate one hundred percent I don’t trust myself. Anyway, waiting is good for you sometimes.’ ‘And now?’ ‘Now?’ That was all the answer I got. ‘Why did you wear a dress?’ Her eyebrow lifted questioningly.. “Goddammit, I have to get control of myself!” he said out loud. He sat there dazed, lamenting his weakness and wishing for more resolve. He could see his life in ruins if he succumbed to this temptation, but he could not get Rebecca out of his mind. He wanted to live the fantasies running like a movie in his head. He wanted to fuck her again and again and feel her flesh melt into his. He wanted to fill her with floods of semen in every orifice. He imagined what oral sex both given and received. Seeing them just roll over whatever opposition we faced made me anticipate the future, my future, to be precise. I could almost envision a future where I was as strong as them. A God on the battlefield. A figure to be reckoned with and feared. As these thoughts were running through my head, we had our most interesting encounter of the night.I was brought out of my train of thought regarding the grand future of yours truly by a head-splitting screech. The screech sounded so inhumane that it made.