We go to a room and you knock on the door. This well built and athletic black guy opens up the door and says what’s up to you and me. I’m confused..., but I go with it. He invites us in and points us to another room and as we walk in, you turn and tell me to go in the bathroom, clean yourself and get dressed now! I go and get in the shower, get dressed in a pink lace top, a short frilly shiny pink little skirt, white thigh highs with white garter belts, and pink sissy heels that lock onto my. Relax. Focus. You’re about to see the woman of your dreams in her bra and panties. You’re about to see the woman of your dreams topless. You’re about to see the woman of your dreams naked but only if you concentrate hard enough, stay focused long enough, breathe, and relax. If you don’t concentrate, focus, breathe, and relax, you’ll be knocked out of your brainwave connection faster than you can say, ‘Fuck!’ Now imagine undressing her. Imagine yourself slowly stripping off her clothes. Yes, all. I've always found that when I had this much indecision in my business, the best thing to do was to do nothing. It occurred to me that this option was open to me now. I clicked off the site and shut down my notebook. As I did this, I felt a definite easing of the stress I was feeling. It wasn't gone, but it was certainly more manageable that it had been before I'd decided not to decide.I went out to the Navigator and climbed in. I then drove straight to the Axelbland's home and started unloading. He rose out of his seat and my bum went with him, he was lifting me with his big cock inside me.I heard his seat move backwards, I opened my eyes and all I saw was my feet over my head, still wearing my beach flops, but the feeling inside me was better than I could ever imagine, as he grunted and humped me, long deep stokes of sheer bliss.'Mariel, when are your Periods', I thought for a few seconds, 'Dont know', I answered, and he made a few more aggressive thrusts into me, 'Its OK, I'll pull.