“I know you’re a virgin but have you never gotten yourself off before??”“No,” she said, “never. Not once.” Wow. This babe took the whole...“saving myself for marriage” thing really seriously!But this did it. She was now hooked. From then on the business of rubbing her cunt through her clothes to bring her off became a regular part of our make-out sessions. If she began masturbating after this she never would admit it, but she was happy to have me help her get off. I remember one time when we. . The only thing bothering her, really, was this funny feeling she got sometimes that she was really someone else. She's wake in the early hours of the morning and it would take a few minutes to get used to being in a woman's body again. Of course she was in a woman's body; she was a woman, after all. But, there was this twisted dream she kept having -- a dream of being a man, and living in some kind of twisted future with all these weird electrical gadgets and everybody afraid of suicidal. “Why don’t you take a little nap? I’ll wake you when your friend comes out,” Diana suggested.Dan tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He mumbled, “That’s not a bad idea.”Staring out the window of the car as Dan drove through the dark streets towards home, Diana said, “It’s really sad.”“I know,” Dan said. The sun had set an hour earlier and they were just returning home from Kim’s apartment.“She has nothing,” Diana said dismayed by what they had discovered when they had taken Kim home.. Jasmine turned back to the cop. “Not a lot of cars back here. Privacy’s a good thing sometimes.” A warm hand rubbed her arm, slipped over her shoulder and flicked her nipple. She giggled, glancing at Randy before training her eyes back on the cop in front of them. “It’s not safe.” His attention was on her breast, then Randy’s. “Nothing’s safe,” Randy said. The cop looked down at Jasmine’s shoes, her calves. While Randy slept last night, Jasmine was writing down poem after poem. Thought.