C. on that particular day was as thrilled as Yvette to be there, or as proud to be a brand new American. And I, well, I was just proud of her.Yes, she...'d also won the battle of the sexes some time ago. I belonged to Yvette and she was mine! And now we were shopping in the Georgetown district. We didn't just come across the Dream Dresser store at the foot of Wisconsin Avenue; it was where the taxicab dropped us. I felt me tugging at her arm to go there first. The lure of the place must have been. It made me feel dirty, and horny, and very twisted.I pulled that night, and fucked that girl like a bronco. But it was never the same. Next evening, Rob came over again to watch the game and head out. But we never made it out on the town. He spent the night sitting on the couch yelling at the TV, and I spent the night, my rugged body stripped naked, on all fours between his spread legs, licking out his sweaty ballbag and chowing down on his fat stalk. Since then, although I still dig chicks,. "My god, but you're gorgeous," she said, silently. "Look at you,standing there with your hourglass figure and your long, slender legs.It's no wonder Jerry wants to fuck you, girl. And you might as welladmit it, deep down inside you know you want him to, don't you? Andthat's precisely where you do want him, isn't it? Deep down inside! He'sgoing to have you, sooner or later, one way or the other. Maybe even oneway and the other! There's no point in fighting it, girl, so you may aswell just give. And that is exactly what I did. The DJ dropped the beat, slow music came up and we were just standing there moving to the rhythm holding each other in our arms and staring into each other’s eyes. We started getting closer till we were almost hugging. As the dance floor was packed we were being pushed into each other by the crowd.We knew we had a spark. The liquor and the music were working its magic and we both leaned in for a kiss. It was a light peck at first, but it soon turned into a tight.