"I want a bra." It was the dress.To my slight horror, I found very quickly that now, I too wanted a bra. It was like I was going crazy. It didn't ev...en feel odd when I startednegotiating with the dress. "Let me take you off, and I'll go buy abra." I want a bra." I'll leave the panties on!" I want a bra." I swear, I'll be back as soon as I can." I want a bra."What could I do? Under the stern watch of Shayna's dress, I took itoff, pulled my pants and shirt back on, and made my way to Target. . “I’m thinking of getting adog,” I said casually.“How big of a dog?” she asked. “How big a dog do you think you can handle?” I replied.“As big as they come,” she said with a smirk.Although the thought of watching Nikki let a dog lickher snatch – or more – was exciting, I wasn’t reallywilling to buy a dog based on what could turn out to beher bullshitting me.What I did do though, was start doing some research. Onthe Internet. She tells him to turn toward her. So he puts his right leg up on the seat and his back against his door. He is slowly stroking his cock and dosent say a word. She gets onto her knees and all she says is wow! He holds his cock at the base and she leans over and starts to lick up and down the underside of his shaft. Once she gets comfortable, she takes his cock by the base and starts to actually go down on him. For a bit she was sucking hard on just the head of his cock and using both hands to. ..Warm. Fidgeting. Not quite awake, but not dreaming. High school. Not easy. Eyes closed, smiling softly at a memory of cheerleader glory. Chuckle. I look so much better now. Smile back to sleep.Eyes snap open. Stomach dropping flash of fear in high school. Inner voice telling me I was a coward.A little more awake. Was it cowardice, or a lack of imagination on how to get out of the safe space of jocks and cheerleaders?Shiver. Wait ... something is reassuring. Body heat. Sound of calm breathing..