Then I remembered how it had felt for me when I’d been kissing my wife while she was being fucked by her first boyfriend, Mike. I remembered how our...lips made love with each other while Mike’s cock was thrusting in and out of her; how her lips had tensed each time he plunged into her; how her entire body had stiffened and shuddered while I was holding her and she’d nearly bit my lips and groaned into my mouth when she violently orgasmed on another man’s cock. Up to that point in my life, it had. Brenda spoke up and asked "You mean I have to let Roger Brown fuck me? How gross!" Debbie very calmly stated "Well if you choose not to then I will be forced to use what I have against you, UNDERSTAND BITCH?" Brenda just nodded her head yes. The a week before Debbie's birthday party the house caught fire and burned to the ground. The fire was so hot that it melted everything. When the fire was out the fire department allowed me to look around to try and locate my safe since I had important. I thought that perhaps this was one of those girls who might, as my Uncle Mike would say, "cleaned up good." OK, great," I said. "My name is Jack. I'm gonna be on the freshman team this season, I think." I walked over to her and held out a hand. She just looked at me."I don't care much for boys," she said, her face set in a hard expression.I thought for a moment. Into my mind flitted memories of some of the bullies and jerks and others of my gender who'd stained my life's path."You know," I. He didn’t turn his head but he was searching with his peripheral vision.“Yes, she is. She is lovelier up close. Why don’t I ask her to join us?” I asked, standing and catching everyone by surprise.The woman had gotten her pint of beer and was heading towards a likely clear spot near the door. There were two tables between our group and hers but I had no problem wading through the crowd. The look on her face when she figured out that I was heading for her was interesting.First, there was a flash.