I opened to thepage, and lo and behold there was another photo ofhim. Again he asked who was on the page, and again Ireplied, "You of course." This ti...e he nodded his headin the affirmative.Thinking he might have some sort of story or moral tohe wanted to explain, I asked him why he was himselfin junior, but not freshman year. "Well," herasped, "Because before Junior year I was that guy." Hepointed to an awkward looking guy, real skinny withlots of curly brown hair and coke bottle glasses.. Gina was smiling, looking as if she was having fun teasing, even if she couldn’t take it seriously.“I bet you do want some of this! Do you want a taste? I’ll let you have a taste. If you want it.” Ben sat there, holding his cock, waiting for Gina to play on. And then she said, “You were the one who asked if I liked receiving oral. What are you waiting for?”It was like a dream. For that matter it might well be, Ben thought. But hadn’t the man with the pixelated head assured him it was for real?. Quickly rubbing himself back and forth between her lips, he plunged his glistening, slick cock deep in her.“Yes Luca, yes!” she exclaimed as his sudden thrust burst into her brain. “Fuck me baby, fuck me just like before, deep and hard! Oh god yes!”She tried to burrow into the bed as he held her hips and began his new assault on her.It went much as before, Luca driving her to that special orgasmic world her brain created. She responded to each of his plunges with a counter press back into him.. It was definitely some tripped out steelworker’s idea of art. ‘Sir!’ he said with that odd ingratiating tone again to get my attention. ‘Hmm?’ I asked and looked to see that he had put food on the table, but I was too mesmerized by the metal statues to notice where he got it from. There was like a rice-paper mat, beautifully decorated with Chinese writing and zodiac symbols and what looked to be a small prepared lobster in the middle, complete with fork, knife, salt, and pepper. ‘Wow, thanks.’.