Her name was Laura. She sat down opposite me as I had asked her to, but in a minute or two walked over to my side of the table and began sliding her h...nd on my thigh, aiming for my cock. I couldn't get her to sit down. I told her to wait a couple minutes and I'd be back. I went to the chief psychiatrist and said I didn't see how I could give her an intake exam. The chief psychiatrist told me, "Nikki, just do what it takes to get the data. I'll leave that to you."So I went back, and we did a. ’So. Very. Long…***I wake up, sweat dripping off of me and a horrified expression on my face. ‘What the hell was that?’My books surround me, some on the floor from where I kicked them off when I fell asleep. My hands come to my face and I wipe off the sweat. I sit there and wonder what the hell made me dream that.I was in my room alone doing my homework, when I decided to lean back and stretch, all of a sudden the book in my lap is replaced by Liam. He’s there caressing my bare thighs, my. I hadbeen "taught" that a man who wants (or needs) to wear women's clotheswas someone that wanted to be a woman. That being the case it would thenof course follow that that person would also be sexually attracted tomen, in other words a homosexual. And if I was sure of nothing else inmy life it was that I was not a homosexual. I therefore could neitherenjoy the soft caress of a satin bra, nor the sensuous embrace of sheerstockings upon my freshly shaved and anointed legs, because if I did. Just hearing that word spoken while fucking has triggered my loss of control, jizzing most unpredictably. Move faster, Sport, it looks like your going to be charming the cobra on your own, and you've got four hours of tv/dvd time to exorcise this intense horniness from your big brain and your little brain. That fucker, Hairy Ankle, in Chem lecture. Fine breeding material, for sure. I wondered what his DNA imperative was telling his cock to do right now. It was like my whole system went.