Needless to say, when she got a view of the whole thing, she was terrorized! (You'd think she mistook me for fucking FRANKENSTEIN!)When she got home, ...'ll bet she called every last girlfriend in school to warn them about me.So, any girl that I might've had feelings for, shunned me (the 'secret' was out) which meant I couldn't even begin a love life!At least, my frat was still there!I don't know how they settle things today, but in my days, frats sometimes warred, and it could get quite ugly; no. Away in the distance was a small cluster of lights, but it was difficult to judge the distance in the falling rain. There was no alternative, we made for the church, but when we got there it was locked. The door was of the old-fashioned type with large wrought iron bolts and would need a tank to break it down. The house was only about fifty yards from it, so we moved towards the lit window, which was to the right of the front door.Through the window a man in his late twenties was sitting by the. ..two...three...four!" There were only three at the time." Take my word for it; logic flies out the window when your wrists are on the verge of rope burn. "It was a one-off fantasy, a total fluke, and it wasn't even my idea." Whose idea was it, then?" He chants the one liner. "Let's find the object of that dedication, shall we?" He navigates for some moments without success.I hold my breath, wishing fervently for an EMP attack. Or a lightning strike. Neither comes to my rescue, and the clicks. His pubic area was a lot hairier than Peter’s and also had a richer odour. I was very pleased when John’s cock instantly responded to my touch. Unlike his son, John initially kept his hands at his sides and allowed me free reign.As I commenced toying with his knob and unsheathing his glans, a far riper smell than Peter’s assailed my nostrils.“Oh, shit, I’m sorry I didn’t wash under the hood before coming here,” he apologetically said, before resuming, “Truth be told, however, I am little.