… Chris was a man of 30 walking in a world that chewed upon his every step and spit at his feet. Filling his very breathe with a distaste for life. ... But he was still happy. A man recently separated from a life of pain and torment. Drowned in the lies, deceit and words of hateful spite. A past that left him riddled with hopelessness. A broken man to many, strong to others but what really mattered was the way he felt inside. A soul that appeared to himself like the battle fields of World War I.. Still, I checked in the mirror and I liked what I saw. Even a bulge on the front of the panties. I was a little excited.But it wasn't until I figured out I'd check for my mum's worn panties in the laundry basket that things started moving.I found a plain white cotton pair with yellowish stains inside. Hesitantly I sniffed. First time I felt the smell of pussy. Instantly I got a raging hard-on.What was happening to me?My body started shaking in anticipation as I ripped my trousers and underwear. Back looking toward the front at the screen.So, I let my eyes adjust and moved into an empty row of seats hoping he would come and find me soon. The gay stuff went on for a lot longer than I cared to watch, but the crowd was in here. I watched the people. There were about 30 or 40 people in here, most of them crowded around the 2 entrances, but this really isn’t a lot in this place. Each side looks like it can seat about 300 people. No, for real!After a long while I went into the lobby again,. I loved the feeling of her tits pressed against me, but soon she let go and sat down. "But there will be some rules," I continued. No parties. Definitely no drugs. If you go out, you tell us where you're going and when you will be back. There will be a curfew. Chores. Keep your grades up. Do you understand?" Ronnie nodded yes to everything I was saying."One more thing," Chelsea said. "We will not be changing our daily lives because you are here. What you saw earlier happens regularly. If you.