I looked and saw Randy. ‘Hay Randy back so soon.” I said calmly“Yea, my friend John bit his sister, so he couldn’t play today.” He said as ...he went to his bed and laid down “That sucks, but biting your sister is bad or something.” I said as I went to my bed, laid down, popped my legs up and crossed one over the other perking it in the air.I started to rub my cock, through my paint as Randy started talking.“What were you doing on the computer when I came in?”“Um I was watching cat videos on the. I watched her breasts rise and fall slowly under her t-shirt as relaxation swamped her. She trusted me. She was so used to forcing other bodies to submit to her will, there seemed nothing surprising about my instant command of her. Her skin was warm and soft to my touch. The muscles rippled, resisted, then parted for my fingers. I felt her loosen and yield to me. She sank still lower, presenting her neck to my mercy. How far could I push her? I ran my fingers down over her spine, stroking out. . the helpless feeling. You should try it sometime.”I thought about it for only a few seconds before responding with, “Okay, let me know when you’re ready and I’ll give it a try, but we’ll have to wash up first ... especially you.” I said, pointing to his dick which showed the obvious signs of being in an asshole.He chuckled again, “Of course, but I need a few minutes.”I laughed, “Only a few minutes?”He shrugged and raised his beer to me in toast, “Okay, so maybe more than a few. That was one. He just wandered the asylum dragging any fertile looking woman into a room where he stole the only key, tried to rape them pregnant, and beating, often to death, anyone that got in his way. He was killed by police in the room he held his captives while working on his 6th rape victim in the asylum. At the bottom of the box there was another note, but as much as I wanted to disbelieve it had a good idea what it said before I read it. ‘In 1976 I had a couple friends over at my house when he broke.