I told her not to be daft. Men didn't dress like that."Come on, Phillip, aren't you man enough to DRESS in a slip?"Should the way she emphasised "dre...s" have set off alarm bells in mystraight vanilla mind?Man enough to dress in my girlfriend's underwear? Put like this, mymasculinity was at issue. Lorraine was saying that a real man would notbe threatened by wearing women's clothing. Was this why I was sonervous about appearing in my underwear in front of her? Was I not manenough?After two. My people uses computers to talk to people who has all your shit on their computers. I asked one of my most trusted computer geeks to start a cursory check on Mr. Hal Johnson.My top computer geek's name is Harold Watson, but we nicked named him "Monster." He's 6' 5" tall and weighs 250 pounds. He's a muscle bound genius that loves kids and has a shy streak so bad when it comes to girls, he freezes just talking to one outside of work. I consider him one of my friends.I told him about my lunch. The guys forcibly made her drink the ones they brought her. Although it tasted good, she was so high that she had to have a difficult time standing. In a few minutes, she was not able to stand without the help of the guys.The guys locked the door to the bathroom from inside and introduced themselves to her. Being intoxicated she could not even remember their names. She held one guy to stand straight with her hand around his shoulder. The other guy was trying to caress her body. He soon noticed. "Then drink the rest of your wine, and prepare to have your mind blown."I drank, feeling like a timid schoolgirl, watching nervously as Erika placed her wine glass on the coffee table in front of us and took off her top, unleashing the most magnificent breasts I'd ever seen, and casually unfastened her shorts and stepped out of them. My God! She was luscious! Her pussy was perfectly bare, and beautiful. I gulped down the rest of my drink and put my glass next to hers.She leaned forward and.