It felt so good but also, in a way, like torture- he wanted more touch. He could feel his blood coursing through his body and he was painfully erect,...as if his cock would burst at the slightest touch. She ran Her fingers around to his front, starting at his arms and then down. He could feel Her breath on his neck and shoulder, warm and wonderful. As She ran Her fingers towards the insides of both thighs near his crotch he began to shake and his breathes came in quick gasps. She whispered. It was impossible toguess the time of day because it was so dark. A lamp in the corner cast asoft light over the far wall. Strange, No pictures, and no windows oreven a door. I felt like i was awakening from a dream, or waking up afteran operation. "god my head hurt" hazy memories and fuzzy visuals. i achedeverywhere. Was something wrong with me? had I been in an accident? Ipushed myself up in the bed slightly, not really sure what part of mybody hurt the most. My eyes still coming into. "The attorney droned on for a while as I stared past her and out the window at the bustle on Market Street. I remembered walking down Market Street with Uncle Jack one Saturday afternoon. We were passing a dive, the Market Street Cinema. It was a strip club having the usual posters of beautiful naked women and a barker working the sidewalk, "We got naked girls. Watch 'em do it dog style, hog style, frog style. Come on in." It stopped me in my tracks. Frog style? What the hell is frog style?. "No! Get this off me, it's too little girlish!" No it's not; a sundress is a very mature look..." Its a little girls dress and I don't want to wear it any longer." I can prove it isn't, just give me a second to get something from thefar reaches of my closet.It's a blouse I no longer wear. It's my old white blouse with ruffledbib front and short puffed sleeves. Here it is. Put this on under thedress and you will see what the 'little girly' look really is." No way! That makes it even worse.".