It’s. A. First. Fucking. Date.Ultimatums?Every bone in her body is aching to just get up and leave, and let him sit on his own, with his smug fuckin... face slowly realising that his game’s backfired.Fuck. Arrogance doesn’t even begin to cover it.And yet.He looks calm. Laconic, even. He’s not even shifted in his chair. Sipping wine. Eyes: assessing.She moves the box closer.What could be so fucking shameful that she’d need to make this kind of decision, now?She rips off the paper. The waiting. I have always had a panty fetish, as long as I can remember. And I don’t mean wearing them, I’m talking about seeing women in them, which is a huge turn on for me. Witness that by the lump steadily beginning to grow in my pajama pants. Again, I’m not blessed with a huge cock, it measures out at a mere five and three-quarter inches long by approximately two and half inches in diameter (circumcised). Yes, I could have lied and went straight to six, but being honest adds just a bit more realism to. Our hearts are racing and our blood pumping, saturated with hormones telling us to engage in 'the act of mating.' Our instincts take over as we lay down and begin. You are lying on your back with me on top of you, the look on your face priceless as I enter you slowly and our bodies begin to get acquainted. Your soft skin giving me an electrifying feeling as my body slides back and forth across yours, slowly increasing the rhythm to a steady pace, our bodies becoming more and more addicted to. . alone ... on a date. It just made her petrified.Bev went on. “So I asked myself where I could find a boy who could help me understand all this stuff ... so I wouldn’t feel so stupid about it. Bobby helped Mary, and...”“Mary?!“ squealed both of the other girls.“He helped her get ready to get married, so she’d know what to do ... and I caught them ... like you caught us, just now ... so I asked him to teach me some stuff.”“You’re going to do that on dates?” whimpered Flo.“No!” she said. “But I.