"Looks great," I said, not even glancing at her. I heard her gruntangrily and looked up at her."You're not even paying attention. I have to look good ...or this!" I rolled my eyes, still not caring. "You look good in everything. Can wego now?" She looked down at the dress and decided to buy it. "Alright just onemore place."Unfortunately, it was my least favorite place in the world. Victoria'sSecret. I was always so embarrassed to go in there. With the lingerieeverywhere it made me very. Just about everything here is country, being that we live in Madera California about 30 miles north of Fresno. (In the middle of fucking nowhere!) So following my carefully laid plan I called Mark from my cell phone and asked him to come fix my car. He's done it for me before -- since he's the one that originally helped me pick out my sweet Hummer. He's always lusted after it and would drive it whenever I let him. (My family's rich, his is poor.) So Mark pulled up in his battered old pickup and. " Can I?" I asked my policeman."Sure. You're not gonna run, are you?" Hardly. That's my husband over there. This is MY home." Go. Talk to him. But I can't let you go with him right now."I ran to Chuck's side. Shoes still on. My fake worked out well for me. For Bert? Not so good. I bent over Chuck. "Hey, baby," I said softly. "How d'you feel?" Took a whack on the head. I guess that's your friend Bert?" Yeah. Not any more, though." Not any more?" He took me to the bedroom. That pistol by your. I pressed my lips against hers and tried to get as deep into her as I could. I felt the burden of my responsibility. I wanted to give her the best orgasm she ever had. Better than that of all the guys she’d been with. Now was the time to thank her for her gentle dominance, to reassure her that she did the right thing. I wanted to burn myself into her memory. Forever. I wanted her to remember the first time a girl made her come. I wanted her to remember me. I reached around her thighs,.