“Oh, my god,” I thought to myself, “I’m touching another man’s dick.” The thought of it made my own dick even harder…I could feel it lea...p in my pants…I was being so nasty! And now I wanted to feel it with my tongue.I leaned forward and began running my tongue up and down the shaft. At first, I thought that I might be repulsed by it, but I found myself loving it…I loved it…I fucking loved it! Seemingly from out of nowhere, I now found myself with desires of sucking and fucking men. I wanted it. He did help me with the veggie platter and bought me twomore drinks. I was so into being a woman and the drinks lowered my normalresponse which would have been to make up any excuse to leave him wantingwhat I did not have, the cautious, prudent response. I leaned close tohis ear asking, "My name is Jenny, do you get high, I have some pot and Istay in an apartment just across the street."We were walking to the apartment and I was still not thinking clearly,however, I rationalized he was just. My hands rush over your body, almost as if I'm trying to take it all in at once. I'm infatuated and bring it hard against me. We grind together in one similar motion. I run my hands run under your shirt, your favorite one to steal from me, touching your bare and uncovered breasts. I squeeze them hard. Finding your dark nipples I take them in my mouth. I run my tongue over them, sucking them and biting them as I force the shirt over your head. I feel you slide my boxers off, leaving us. She got in and I waved to mom and dad. She kept quiet for a few moments before asking. ‘Why didn’t you tell me they were your parents, I like your mom she is so nice.’ ‘Are you sure I didn’t say? I must have mentioned it sometime.’ ‘You could have introduced me at least.’ ‘You saw my dad, he had that all cleaned up and even waxed it. I was afraid he would try loading it on the truck without my help. By then mom had brought you inside and it was too late.’ ‘Oh. Okay.’ Then she was bubbly and.