Sneaking out he met her out front at the curb where her car waited wearing a black backpack.While driving to Emily's house Lisa asked what was in it. ...You'll find out later." David said.There was music pumping inside and they were passing around the beer. Spotting Emily Lisa introduced him to her. Calmly taking the cup of beer Emily was holding he set it down on a nearby counter."I have something you'll like much better." David said taking both girls' hands.Leading them down the hall he found. I knew long before I asked you to marry me that you were as heterosexual as heterosexual could be. In other words, honey, I never once held out the hope that I could one day persuade or cajole you into engaging in a lesbian-based relationship with my feminine alter ego." "You didn't?" "No, Gale. I didn't. And, that's why I didn't give you a lot of who-struck-john that night when you asked me to get rid of those magical high heels of mine, now did I?" "No... No, you didn't." "Look, Gale, if. Just as soon as I thought that she said "let's go somewhere"."Hell yeah! Let's go" I replied. Stumbling out with my hot mature white girl on my arm to the parking lot, she let me to her suburban. I pressed her up against her car with both of my hands and began to kiss her. I moved my hands from her shoulders to around her body and pulled her tightly against so I could kiss her deeper and let her feel how strong I was and how I wanted her. She began to unzip my pants and undo my belt. I stopped. The girls who used to disappear round the back of the clubhouse with the players: and then come out clutching their panties in their hand.Although, since I first had sex, I'm not sure any more about who are the good girls and who are the bad girls. I still go to church regularly, and I still confess my sins to the young priest on Friday evening at confession. But I increasingly enjoy sex as well, and when my lover has his hand on my puki he always whispers to me that I'm a good girl. I.