One night after her mother scolded her father for not even trying to get along with her, she overheard the conversation. Her father called her a cold ...hild and lamented the fact that he didn’t have a son who it would be much easier to relate to. In his new marriage her father got his wish and they had a son about a year ago. She walked home blindly. She was just an outcast. She had no friends to speak of. No one at all. Nothing actually. She saw a signpost. Some advertisement for a tabloid. She was ready and turned to meet him as he grasped the handle and pushed open the kitchen door. He stood in the doorway saying nothing. She felt his gaze and blushed fiercely. She had done exactly as he had instructed during the day and now she knew exactly what he knew – that her body was crying out to be taken, used, satisfied. Above all she wanted to be possessed by him, totally. She had dressed after her bath that morning in a smart blue suit with skirt just above the knee. Her white blouse. I placed my bag with the boots on a table near the window, took place on a chair. When I grabbed down to my shoes, I suddenly realized, that I had already spread my legs to far, and together with the (very!) short skirt, the students of the first row had a really nice view between my legs. I quickly pressed my legs together, looked up. Yes, they had seen my cock. I was now really getting nervious. One moment later, my next thought caused me to relax: Who cares? they will see it anyway within. Theresa remained standing."Jerry, you asked for a very attractive young woman, who you would takeout on a date, where you wanted nothing more than a trial run, so thatyou could feel at ease and know what to say and how to act with a womanyou would really like to see, but were worried you might mess up thefirst date. Am I right?"Jerry sighed, "Yes. That's it...exactly." He didn't want to make amistake now. And obviously Theresa might get upset and cause problems,as well as Andie, no, Andy. .