They were just a bunch of punks, trying to act and look cool, when they were good for nothing. He hated passing by them. They always made fun of his g...asses, or his clothes, or his hair. Or worse, although they could not really guess that, and they were just obnoxious and rude.“Dude, what a sexy chick!”“What chick? Don’t you see it’s a sissy?”“Hey, sissy boy!”“Where are you going, four eyes?”“Are you taking it up the ass?”“Do you spit or swallow?”Luckily, they were never doing anything else but. ”That sounded like a plan. I lured my girlfriend back to my room, intending to reward her for her save earlier. I didn’t even think to knock when we used the keycard to enter the room.“Oh, shit!” Phil exclaimed when we caught him and Jill making out.I suspect if we had come in ten minutes later, they might have been getting busy. Ignoring the evil look my brother gave me, I went to the dresser to see if Jill had signed the notice about being video-recorded. Nope.“You need to read this and sign. We'd better go."I put on my bra and snapped it shut, then put on my shirt and tucked it in. Whistling for Domino, I prepared to ride home.Riding back we didn't say much, and I examined my emotions. I was no stranger to sex, I'd seen the calves born and the dogs mating since I was six. Anyone raised on a farm knows the basics of reproduction early in life. I wanted to share with Ben, but did that mean becoming his lover? Did I want his penis inside me, did I want the intimacy of the act itself,. "Man, she does have a pair of tits," Tim thought. "If Sandy's barely a B-cup, Liz must be at least a C; maybe even a D-cup. Any guy who takes her out really has to try to get his hands on them. Am I supposed to try? If I do and she doesn't want it, is Liz going to tell Sandy I made a pass at her? Even worse, maybe Liz will go along with it, see how far I'll go with her, and then report it all back to Sandy. Man, would I be screwed! God, what am I supposed to do?"For a day and a half, Tim.