"I don't need you for... that..." I said finally. "I mean..." You know, I thought. Men practically grow on trees. I could walk down the street...and find someone if I wanted too. I didn't need them. "What's so special... Who the fuck do you think you are?" "Come on, Barb," Colin said, "you know you crave it. Even without us, you've gone out on dates." So what," I said, gathering some resemblance of force. "I've dated guys. Sort of shows you and Ted aren't essential." Want me to. ." Bud's the father. He's the only one that I've... that... well, you know." Christ, I asked him to take you to the dance." Rebecca paced the small restroom. "I'll kill him." No Becca, it wasn't his fault. I wanted to... Ah, Jesus, what kind of mess have I gotten myself into?"Rebecca leaned against a sink and lit a cigarette, her hands shaking. "So what are your options?" She blew a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. "You could marry Bud, but you'd be a widow the second my father found out." I. The rule was one dare and thereis no way I am taking off my pantiesand sitting through dinner with everything hanging out for anybodyto see. That's just crazy. The dare wassupposed to be done at the apartmentanyway. Lisa, help me out here." I waspretty pissed because I felt like I wasbeing taken advantage of and after I'd been nice enough to let him off thehook on the money (of course, as itturned out, I was the one whowould've paid, but still). Then I got thenext clue that things weren't as. She rose to her feet, kicking off hershoes and pulling her jeans off. Now all she had on were her panties.Patty sat back down on the couch, pulling the cotton bikini panties offof her rounded little ass, exposing her hairy pussy mound to thetherapist."You have a great deal of pussy hair," Margaret observed.Margaret knelt on the floor in front of her. Patty blushed as she letthe counselor spread her long legs wide apart, completely opening herwet, curly-haired pussy. Margaret leaned close,.