...Well, I guess I really gotta write this, dont I?The doc's insist that writing might be the best way for me to deal withit, and wont let me go until...I do, so here goes .....But I am gonna tell it my way.Lets hit the wayback machine back to early October, because that's asclose to the beginning as we probably need to go.Thats when a boy named Tom transferred to Walter Raleigh high school.Tom was ...quiet, shy. An easy target for bullies, who called him "fag"and names like that. But there was. I squeezed my breast, squirting my milk into her mouth. The girl thrashed. Her spectral cock wavered for a moment, almost vanishing, but then it reappeared almost fully real. Faoril probed at my pussy with her fingers, building my pleasure.“Saphique, drive out this evil spirit,” I panted as I squeezed again, my nipple tingling as the milk squirted into the girl's mouth. “Use my milk to cleanse Seldyn's body.”“No,” groaned the girl. “No, no, no!”Xera struggled to hold the possessed girl's legs. If anyone needed a place for an intimate encounter that was the place to do it. Mark always said, ‘If you want some Bush you gotta go to ‘The Bush.’ ‘ As long as everyone kept the house clean they could go there. So as a result the place got cleaned allot more than Mark would have by himself. It used to really impress his grandparents how well maintained he kept the place. My girl friend Irish and I used to make use of it allot. Right up to the time we broke up. After that I was really on the. After taking the guy home I arrived back at my house and only John’s car was in the driveway. Knowing that my wife was asleep I wondered why he would still be there. I walked around to the back of the house where I could see into the living room hoping that I might catch him stealing something or doing anything else that drunk college kids do. What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. John had turned out the lights in our living room and I could barely see that he had my wife laid down on our.