She was as wet as if she had just finished her bath. Dirk slipped his finger between her pussy lips, but she blurted out, "Hold it, no. I wanna fuck i...nstead." She straddled Dirk, impaling herself on his shaft. She put his hands on her breasts. She bucked up and down, riding him like the sheriff was after her. Dirk simply could not reconcile the vision of Kara in her little lawyer suits with the sight of this wanton woman fucking his brains out. Could they really be the same person? The pool. This time, I could even see her bare sweaty tummy.She made me sit on the couch. She left me alone for a few minutes and brought some snacks. I wondered if she remembered the things I said to her. She sat next to me. I said to her, “Didn’t you like what I said to you yesterday?”. She said, “Look. If you can make me happy, then I can think about it”. I gasped.I said, “Ok”. She said, “Come to the bed now. Show me what you can do”. My dick got so hard. I took off my t-shirt while she took off her. And then after how many weeks and for the rest oftheir lives was it a reflex? What goes through a woman's mind when shelooks in her underwear drawer to select a bra? Is the thought aboutcomfort? Color? Style? Mood? And then every so often there's acalculation that she needs to buy a new bra. "Guilty as charged," Carysaid."I applaud your honesty, I really do. But the truth is I have both goodand bad news for you, Cary. I'll start with the bad news. I don't want todate a transvestite. I don't. I was shocked that I was sitting here letting a stranger do something I was afraid to do myself. He rubbed his hand up and down for a few minutes, then said to pull down my pants. I said what if someone sees,he said it was just us and the driver. I don't know I said. His face changed and his voice became more authoritative. He ordered me to stand up and take off my pants. I stood up and took my pants off,I said and your shirt. I sat back down with just my socks on.He pushed my legs apart and.