If he didn’t return by five-thirty I knew hewas probably out of town. I rushed into my house and up to my room. Iworked furiously on my homework... hoping to have it done early. Pegwas a stickler about homework. She would send me home if I hadn’tfinished all of it before I came over to visit and I didn’t dare lie to herfor she even asked my mom about my grades. Lately I had quite anincentive to do homework and get good grades.I could see her driveway from my window and when. I've never seen anyone take cock likeyou." He said softly as he looked me straight in the eye. "You're gonnaneed to get fucked now, but I can't be dickin' you down everyday, you knowwhat I'm sayin'?"He was right. God, I wanted it so bad. I wanted to be bent over and spankedand fucked hard for hours. I wanted to experience that shuddering, mindnumbing pleasure I had in the shower over and over again. I was obsessed.My parents asked me a few times why I was so quiet and moody -- I justbrushed. I grasped my hand around his organ and began massaging the exposed head between my thumb and forefinger, round and around, while I felt nervous pulses of excitement pass through my hand. With each pulse, the head of his tool swelled and oozed another drop of slippery juice. The train stopped at the next station, letting on even more people at the other side of the carriage, obligingly pressing the two of us even more closely together. No-one could have known what ecstasy was being shared. James Western the second murder victim.Sarah the cousin who sold him his land.Lori and I had stopped riding together, since most of the men at least respected Lori. Some of them seemed to like her. I had explained to her carefully that all these guys were masters of the games, so she couldn’t trust them too far.Yes Lori and I had sex a couple of weeks before. I could say that I rode with her just to get into her pants, but the truth was she was the aggressor. They tell me that sometimes a work.