"I'm fine, thank you," smiled Inez in response to my mother's concerned questioning. "These symposiums are interesting, but they take a lot out of me.... I've been driving all day," I fibbed, "and I guess my battery's on low, too."I certainly didn't relish having to lie like that, but in this case, there's no doubt it was for the greater good.We spent the night in my old bedroom. Having my sweetie in my arms in the sanctuary of my childhood was akin to being encased in a womb. I knew, however,. The reason I remember Cheri's name is because she wrote her name in the palm of my hand and her phone number on my wrist with a lipstick. Garrett and Chuck were scamming every girl they saw. We had girls sitting in every chair, in our laps and even in the floor around our table. Garrett was buying drinks for all of them. It was like three, Arab Shiek's with a harem. The alcohol flowed constantly. The more they drank the wilder they got. Cheri was up dancing on the table and the bartender told. She turnedand as he began to cum and fill her she looked at me with suchlove and devotion, yet with such detachment.He finally Yelled out, his back arched, driving that hugemonster deep in her. Her back arched, hips forward, her supplethighs tightened as she clasped him tightly. Then she didsomething she never did with me. She screamed. Very very loudly."Oh fuck yessssssss". And with that, it was over. He collapsedon to her, her arms went up around his neck, his face in herneck, her hips still. They would have me undress for them and they would partially undress. They had me masturbate while they watched and often had me lick and kiss their breasts, legs and privates. This continued until I was 15. They were all a couple of years older than I was and started dating guys from school. I still remember the combination of sexual excitement, fear, and shame that I had every time it happen. Even though the fear and shame were there, I kept going back for more and more. They would always.