He stared for what seemed like hours, when he thought he saw the picturemove. It did move! She crossed her Legs, as she spoke. Jim can you hearme? yes... was all he said. Good.. Do you have a webcam honey? Yes. Good,turn it on now, and we may begin.He switched on his webcam, as he stared at this Goddess. There you areSugar, I see ya now. Are you ready to begin? yes. Good..Find a part on your screen, and focus on it. Take a moment if needed. Sherecrossed her legs, and he heard a wonderful swishing. “Your gonna have a lot of fun tonight, I tell you what” he said. He then turned on the radio and we drove off. Not another word was said between us during what seemed like an hour drive, only to find it was only 20 minutes. We drove to places I had never seen before, until we finally stopped at a nightclub. “Here we are” he said. He yanked me out of the car and into the club. As we made our way through the door I took the time to look around. A group of men turned around and shouted “Artie!”. They started to get more raunchy. As Carrie was sat on my lap looking through the pictures, she felt my bulge pushing up below her. She then realise how aroused she was getting looking at their sex pictures. I got my phone out and we compared pictures. Laura says she'll show us how to get better results.We agreed that it would be fun. She said Scott would help too. Wow, we were going to have sex in front if two people we had only just met. We both felt excited that we were actually going to do. Even then, though, my killing thoughts lingered. I swore when I went off to college I would come back and kill him in the evening hours, my trusty green car battering the life out of him as I spun my tires away back to Maryland, awaiting a call that my friend had been killed, by a stranger no less. But I didn’t. I stayed my killing hand. I turned my thoughts to homosexual images of buff, bulging men muscles, glittering in tan, surreal Apollo rooms, while I shut myself in my college dormroom..