.. and every otherguy who had ever been in her life, she conflicted with. Every laststinking one of them! But not Sissy.She had this dominant streak... in her personality that she simply couldn'tget past. And Sissy had his submissive streak. A very, very bigsubmissive streak. He had a host of other oddball fetishes as well, butevery last one of them were nothing but fodder for her to play with - toher heart's content! Sissy! So smart! Yet so submissive as well. Hertired brain couldn't. Her hands ran up to my chest, and as she reached my ribs, I could see in her eyes an almost feral glow. She licked her lips and continued with her hands to explore each muscle and bone."Brianna, are you medically trained?" I asked as I realized just how thorough a job she was doing."No, I'm not, but when I decided to come and live here, I decided to learn first aid. It's over twenty miles to anyone else, and I thought it could be useful." Why so isolated?" That's a long story. When you feel. Please don’t make us stop now.” And she looked at me and said “Do I really turn you on that much? Do I really mean that much to you?” And I gently cupped her face in my hands and said “You’re my dream girl, my fantasy girl, you mean more to me that I can say with words, and that’s why I want so badly to make love to you tonight. It would truly put me on cloud nine.” Upon hearing that, her eyes lit up and she said in a firm, decisive tone, “Yes, I know what you mean. Now I feel the same way. “Umm,” she hadn’t heard the question and began to turn red with embarrassment. She always knew the right answer in class and wondered if any of the students were staring at her and silently judging.“I said, who is the founder of psychoanalysis?”, he reminded her gently. Ugh why is his face is so hot and distracting, she almost wished she had an ugly teacher instead, that way she could actually focus on the lecture material.“Oh, that’s Sigmund Freud,” Meghan stated assuredly, regaining her.