. that worked, he asked if I'd like to go to see the film with him. We didn't exactly rush into having sex though, on our first two dates we kissed bu...t that was all. I did continue having lesbian sex with Sandra though.I felt I could trust him, so for our third date I planned to have sex with him. I told Sandra I would invite him home on the Saturday. Sandra said that if she was in she'd stay quietly in her room so Martin wouldn't even know she was there.When Martin arrived I told him no-one. He didn’t know if the time was correct or not, but it seemed about right, he supposed. He even found a timer. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he griped. “They could have fucking told me,” but the grin stayed, anyway.Thus began a more systematic search for knowledge on how to use his laptop.Eventually, he got back to his search for a method to move heavy weights. That led to articles on leverage, but nothing he found would work for something like a panther jammed into his entrance passageway.. For you,lucky sisters, a Beauty Salon has become a home, a verification of yourinnate womanhood. Bless you. And Bless the women who accept you as one oftheir sisterhood as you sit under the dryer having your nails polished.For others of you, Forced Sissies of Fictionmania, that door into thatBeauty Salon signals a humiliation about to happen. Every smell and everysound coming from behind that door means something which will make youless of a man, if you ever were one, and more of a prissy. ." The man's voice was almost monotone and his face was wetwith sweat from the sun even in the breeze coming off the bluffs ahead.He seemed to falter, as if he was about to dismount but pulled back."I will see you when we all get safely behind the walls of the oldcastle." He nodded and there was a twinkle in his eye that seemed justfor the little girl and her mother, but he turned once again to theboy."We will talk. When we return home." The man half-smiled before heshook the reins of his mount.