"I never thought to try that!"That really was the sort of the tone of our lives for the next several months as I probed the limits of what I could and... couldn't do. No, I could not move an object though a spot without moving myself. But it felt like I should be able to, and I had a hunch that it was not a matter of could I do it, it was a matter of learning how.Back in the real world, school was in full swing, and I found I had a social life and acceptance, and the love of a woman, or as near it. I excused myself and went into the ladies restroom. I quickly removed my panties and returned to my stool and passed my underwear to Adrian. Adrian pushed the $50 into my bra cup and held my knickers to his nose. The panties were passed from guy to guy as they all sniffed the aroma from my cunt. Adrian retrieved his prize and slipped them into his shirt pocket. My almost bald cunt was now in plain view to anyone standing near me. Every guy in the room managed to get a look at my pussy! I danced. Her analytical surgeon's mind had been overloaded by such raw emotions that for the first time in her life she felt out of control and vulnerable. It was disquieting but there was no fighting it – she was Jake's woman and he was her man. Her tough as nails reputation at the Trauma Center also suffered – in a good way.As she watched the dolphins play around the Ester, she thought about the wonderful day at Camp Pendleton when she met Jake Turner. She had never felt such attraction. By the time. They headed out to his car, and Eric opened the door for her. Misty was pleased to see a single long stem rose on the seat. She reached down, brought the rose up and took a deep breath of its fragrance. Once inside his car, they kissed passionately for several minutes, as his hands reached under the neckline of her dress, and fondled her bra-encased breasts. ‘Thank you,’ Misty said softly. ‘What a nice gesture. Tonight, I’m all yours, anything you want.’ He drove to a quaint little Italian.