Inside you. I want to make love to you. I want to fuck You.”She smiled and kissed me very hard. I told her I had a rubber in my pants, she said go g...t it. I actually put it on with no problems, I had practiced a lot.We kissed more, gently and tenderly, as she rubbed my clock head up and down her wet slit, getting him juiced up. She placed him at her entrance, and said, “Okay, Jim. He’s there.” I pushed forward an inch or so.Indescribable pleasure.But, since I’m a writer, I have to try to. I got up again, unstrapped thesestranger's shoes, and ran to the mirror. Staring in, I was notprepared for what I saw. It was me yet it was not me.I pulled at the hair and grimaced when I felt the strain. What appearedto be long, wavy blonde hair with glimmering oak brown highlight laydormant in a peppy, feminine shell held down by a pinstripe headband,replacing my faux punk-rock poppy brown hair that I never combed.Taking a few seconds to process the un-processable, I screamed. Usha had just finished her surfing and had turned off the screen again it was before. I reached home and went to the room and found the screen to be off. As it was day time and Usha would come at any moment to the room I switched off the system without seeing to that if anything was new or not. Usha saw me switching off the system in such a hurry and was now very sure that I now was watching porn things on the internet. I had always wondered off getting some time with Usha in a room or bathroom. Is that impressive, or what? OK, so I didn't get to second base, with Mayor's Daughter -- whatever her name was. Not the point. She had accepted an actual date, with me, knowing it was me, the whole time. And she had been pretty fine, too. And there had been no police involvement, at any point.This girl, though. Emily Anne Shreve.Holy shit!Well, Emily Anne was the sort of cultured person who would have been saying things to me like "Alex tells me you went to college in Alabama." You know --.