But Wendy drove us home early. Then she droppedthe bombshell. We had dates. I protested, to no avail, that we wereengaged, how could she go out wit... another man? Her unassailable logicwas that I wasn't a man any more, and besides, I was dating too. I wasextremely nervous about this. I have never had a gay thought in mymind. Now I was supposed to go out with a guy. But as the afternoonwore on, I found myself dressed and made up.At 6:30, the doorbell rang. I was a nervous wreck, but. He took a small step toward her. ‘I have reasonable suspicion that there is contraband on your person.’ Now they were no more than two feet from each other. She could feel the heat emanating off of him, cold as it was in the night air. He looked down at her, eyebrows raised expectantly. ‘Please turn around and place your hands on the vehicle.’ She did as he asked. She felt him step closer to her, his legs braced just outside of hers, his breath on her neck and shoulder. She could smell his. I mean someone other than I. One of yur schoolmates might get the wrong idea. Were you feelings so strong that you couldn't wait until you got home?" Uh... uh... uh, gee, sir? I? I? I couldn't help it, sir," she stammered, not sure how much he had seen."Close the blinds, Brenda. And turn off the lights. I think we'd better try to find a way to help you. And we don't want to be seen, do we?" Oh gee, sir? I don't know? Are yuh sure yuh oughta?" Yes, I'm sure, young lady. Now, do as I say!"Brenda. Oh, please, let that happen again. Oh, yes… Now my tongue is running across your clitoris fast and furiously. Your pussy is a flowing river of female fluids. You’ve never reached this level of extreme sexual pleasure. And, yet, it gets even more intense. “Oh, don’t let it stop…this is ecstasy. I cannot believe pleasure could be this wonderful. It’s everywhere…tingling but rolling like a wave, crashing on shore. And, it seems to be growing more intense…every second is better than the one.