As we were driving around in the park Tracy started to feel amorous and started rubbing my thigh and licking my ear. Needless to say, I had a raging ...ard-on from her hot touch. So I thought, why not pull over on some deserted lane and see about getting in the back seat. Little did I know Tracy had something even kinkier in mind. I found a deserted lane (not too difficult in this particular park in the middle of winter), drove a ways down it and pulled over. Tracy and I started making out. . What harm could she bring and plus, I needed to let loose some more anyways. I leaned into her and whispered back “Of course,” and, as I pulled away, I slowly let out a warm breath down her neck. Her hands gripped my hips tighter and we began dancing together. After a few songs of us dancing face to face, she turned around and her ass met my crotch. She started grinding on top of me and I could feel myself starting to get turned on. I ran my hands up and down her torso, hesitating around her. " I love you Beth and yes I may take this blindfold off to make your tea, lazy mare, but in bed we will be equal in all things so I will get a proper blindfold and will always wear it when we make love." Liz said."What about when we fuck rather than make love, will you wear it then," Beth laughed."Yes even then," said Liz happy to see her old Beth starting to come back as she went on, "Tomorrow we will start mapping the flat and planning the wedding, unless you have cold feet."*****Over the. Put simply, not my idea of being female in any way. No, what I wanted was the real thing, albeit considered unrealistic or even nutty by the current social standards. I was perfectly satisfied to wait until I figured out another way to do it, and I did. This is the story of what ended up happening. Until about ten years ago I had been what most women would describe as Neanderthal: the stereotypical find-em, fuck-em and forget-em kind of guy. Not that they complained too loudly. Why should they?.