"Believe me, Jenny, that sort of experience will turn you off to boys for some time." Huh. You just reminded me of a girl named Sandy that I know. She... didn't get pregnant or anything, but her experiences with boys made her more interested in girls. She's got the killer body, hair, legs, boobs, face, you name it, she's got it, but when she got in the sack, boys left her cold and uninterested. The only time she got any interest was when she did it with a girl." She shook her head. "I know it. “How thoughtful, Marge! You are such a slut. I don’t think I need him for that tonight though. All right then, Barry, help me undress then you can get me a drink. I need a scotch after today.”“Bad one?”“Oh, not so terrible,” Valerie stood while Barry unfastened her skirt. She stepped out of it. He turned to hang it in the wardrobe and then came back to begin unfastening the buttons on her blouse. “It’s good to have you do this Barry. No, not so terrible Marge, it’s just I’m not getting anywhere. "It looks like you're going to be our girl, Paul" he said. "Lucky you!".Nooooo! This isn't happening! I have too much to do! I am going to be asuccessful business man, not some female sex slave to a sexually super-charged fraternity! The thought was too much from me and I slipped fromconsciousness while Brad was saying something I couldn't completelyunderstand."When you wake up, gurble gurbel, female form, mumble"Blackness.How long I was out, I can't tell.I started to wake slowly. I tried to. Yet that was exactly what she wanted, to be ---felt. Deliberately, she parted her thighs, if only slightly. Then the guilty thought struck her, and she gasped, "Grant, I've never touched you."Grant moved his body slightly and grinned, saying, “Feel free.”Already her hand was moving down over his taut belly from where touching his tumescent rod was easy. “Oh!," she said, her fingers drifting down the shaft of it, before searching the veins, the eager tip. "It feels too big. So hard."The.