I was good with that, I mean I also prefer some romance, but to have a pounding by a 10" black cock I was ready to just submit my butt.When I got to t...e hotel, he met me at the door. I was surprised he was in his sweats, as it was over 100 degrees. We stepped in the door and his grabbed his big cock and smiled at me and said, get on your knees bitch and smell this sweaty crotch. As I got on my knees he slid down his sweats and presented his big cock through some sweaty white boxer brief, just. Needless to say, the more dancing we did, the easier the drinks flowed. I was having fun and feeling great.The last calls at the bar were at 2 AM. We enjoyed a slow and giggly last dance together to the song, Night and Day. As we swayed and turned I saw those emerald green eyes gazing into me. I felt myself blush and hoped that Jean wouldn’t notice.At 3 am we left the bar. That had been a long time throwing back vodka shots.It had been agreed that I would stay at Jean’s place, as it would be. It really was easier than it sounded at first: allit took was practice, practice, and more practice, and pretty soon I hadan acceptable 'feminine' voice. I started answering the phone as Gwen.For school, first I took a bunch of tests, and tested out at collegefreshman level. Then I got all sorts of materials that I could finish atmy own pace. Mom made her first fairly big sale about this time, so Iended up taking classes in her office and answering her phone,essentially taking. A lot of the girls at school were attracted to him because of what he exuded she thought, but she was pretty positive that he was not a homosexual. Then again, come to think of it, before last night she was pretty positive he was a virgin too."Shit," she muttered out loud. Phil looked up from his bowl and met her gaze. He didn't seem to be mad or angry as she had feared, but he didn't seem to be happy either. Sort of a mild 'who gives a fuck' stare was coming from his eyes."Phil, I'm sorry.