I breathed in."You are sure you are okay?" His voice was close, and I jerked my eyes open. He'd leaned closer, his shoulder touching mine. I felt the ...trength of him - enough strength to hold me down, to fuck me hard, to do to me whatever he wanted."I'm okay," I whispered. I looked at his mustache, at the hard line of his jaw. He stared at me, spreading his legs wide, and I could see the outline of his long, thick dick. Was it growing, or was that only my imagination? My own dick was hot,. He hadn't thought aboutthat part yet. The prospect both terrified and excited him. But he managed togain some time by suggesting dinner out, then perhaps dessert.They spent the next three hours dressed and practicing their new roles. Janetthen spent 20 minutes doing Vic's makeup, and they left the house. Janetdrove, using Vic's license. Dinner was at a small Italian place, where theymanaged to have a small amount of intimacy. Even so, they kept theirconversation innocuous. They had to strain to. I didn’t need her to prefer me over men. I just needed her to allow me to enjoy her tender skin—to know what she tasted like and possibly to taste me. I’d like that. Seeing her pretty face between my legs? The man on the bench watched me intently as I came in at her side, his slightly balding head drawing my attention briefly. An average man. A husband? A father, perhaps? I didn’t know, but I thought I could see a ring on his finger from where we were, sitting there inches from the bottom of. Her dreams of friendship were coming true.Her mind was rationalizing. Why not let Brad come? It would be a joke on Doug. They would talk and play records for a while and then they'd send him home early. She and Doug could make love afterwards. She could have the best of everything.Finally, she heard her name being called."Angelica."It was her mother calling! What did she want?"Angelica!" Yes, Mother." Open you r door."Angie swung off the bed, padded to the door and opened it a crack."Yes?".