Don’t drink. Come back Monday for a checkup.’ She gave me the shot, none to gently, I might add. As I left the clinic I would have sworn I heard l...ughter. Recovering from the dose of clap gave me time to concentrate on my studies. Later in life, I would say a word of thanks to Sheila for realigning my priorities. Monday the nurse looked at my cock and said, ‘You’re good to go. Try to stay away from sluts.’ She was giggling when I left. My brush with venereal disease caused me to study a lot. I'll wearthem at home for you, but that is as far as I will go." What is wrong with those dresses?" asked Mom. "I think they arebeautiful." Sure they are beautiful, if you are four years old, color blind andhave no fashion sense at all," I moaned. "I'll wear dresses and skirtsif and only if I get to pick out the colors and styles. You can vetoanything that you think is inappropriate for my age, but otherwise Ihave my choice of clothes. Is that agreeable with you?" Do you mean to tell me that. " In a stage whisper, she said, "He's the State's Attorney. Watch your wallet."I laughed and shook his hand. His grip was firm and solid without trying to be overpowering. I liked him.Connie offered to buy him lunch and he declined. He ordered coffee, though, and after a sip and a few pleasantries got down to business.He looked at me and asked, "Do you have any computer skills? Databases, spreadsheets and such, for instance?"I pondered the question. My skills weren't at geek level, but I could. Her luscious pussy was exposed to me, fresh, moist, pink, and topped with her soft blond hair. The final battle with my conscience was over the second she kissed me. This was a woman, a beautiful, sexy, newly-ripened young woman, and she was in heat. If I could, I would fuck her all night.We made out for a while, kissing, hugging, and fondling. Her covered breasts were alive in my hand, and my clothed cock was pulsing in hers. “Dad, go to the d**gstore and get the pill. Please.”“All right..