I felt sick. "Don't suppose itinvolves any...intimate contact?" You wish. You do know that I'm a lesbian, right? Why don't you tell meexactly how I...d feel about that?" Oh, it wouldn't be so bad. But I'm kidding, trust me. I may be apervert, but I'd never touch another woman. I am married, after all." And that makes this so much less creepy." I shuddered. "You know, youwere kind of getting on my good side last time, but here you go ruiningit." I put the tupperware away and grabbed my. I really don'tcare if you have some need to wear women's underwear but I don't wantyou to wear mine any more. Understand?"Dick was still silent."Do you understand," Amy said almost shouting."Yes, I understand," Dick replied sheepishly."Look if you want to wear bras and stuff I will buy you some in yoursize. If that is want you want."Dick nodded yes. He almost had a relieved look on his face."Go get me the tape measure out of my sewing basket."Dick got up and went to get the tape measure. Amy. Nice guys are driven within an inch of homicidal rage whenever they hear it, because too much of the time it's too fucking true. Nice guys might take an early lead, but their niceness always trips them up before the finish. I hate being a nice guy. Maybe that's why I put up with Dick for so long.What's all this about nice guys? Girls have Nice Guy Radar. And they avoid us like the plague -- except when the Jerk they're dating acts like a jerk and they're looking for a shoulder to cry on.. Her hips moved slowly up and down and her beautiful eyes, filled with passion, implored him to possess her! Her slim, lovely arms beckoned to him. ‘Please, Jason! Please! Take me! Oh, please, my darling, take me!’ she begged. Jason slid forward, then his body jerked when his hot hardness contacted her soft, open wetness. Karen grasped him, guided the rigid shaft into her, and he thrust it home. A cry of joy gushed from her and her hips bucked up to meet him. Jason supported his weight on his.