“As suggested, I slept in a spare bedroom in my future outings with Peter; went out to dinner and then off to Peter’s place but Peter slept in the... same spare bedroom. Before sleeping and in the morning, we fucked like rabbits and all over the place including his car, back streets and other places. I just loved it”“When Charles died, I had no grief; Peter liked me in Black and he rode with me on the limo to the cemetery and we fucked getting there and getting back.”After eating breakfast Tara. Slept straight through."My turn to wonder. "Twenty four?" Another zinger over my head, I guess. "I don't get it." Rob just looked at me and didn't say a word. And I still didn't get it, until much later. Got a dirty look from my psych professor when I burst out laughing in the middle of his review lecture.Laurel, again:I dreamed I'm in the middle of a weird psycho Marx Brothers vs Anthony Hopkins movie, only Harpo is wearing that leather mask, and it's all scaring the shit out of me! But I. So kind. So innocent. So...Arrgh! I'm getting carried away here. But how can I not be affected by all the sexy things he does? The way he made me run around my bedroom naked and then forced Suzanne to suck him off right there in front of my eyes ... It's like he's sexually insatiable and can't be denied!Who would believe that such a good boy needs to be sucked off so many times a day? It's really not fair to Suzanne. I should help her out, daily. It's only fair. Why should she get all the cum?. The next morning I called Linda's office. She wasn't there. By that night, I was very worried that she had walked out of my life forever. Worried that, as upset as she was, she might have gotten into a car accident.We had met in collage and it was love at first sight- at least for me. Linda was tall, perhaps 5-91/2 to my 5-8. She was very pretty with wide-set green eyes. The greenest eyes I had ever seen. A very tight body; she weighed perhaps 125 pounds. Nice, rounded hips and perfect C cup.