I remembered that I'd caught her pleasuring herself, and had been unable to resist capturing it for posterity. She'd chased me around her flat for ten...minutes, trying desperately to destroy the evidence, but eventually agreed to let me keep it.By far, the most images featured Angela. There were pictures of her standing in front of a massive pile of gift-wrapped presents on Christmas Day, blowing out the candles on her cake during her fifth birthday party, and dozens more taken at Studland beach. "Marty, I'm not blind. I've been around a bit and I can tell when two people are really attracted toward each other." Are you opposed to Sheila and me as a couple just because we are different races? Because if you are, you can leave right now and go back to Philadelphia! I thought you were more open minded than that!" Marty, will you calm down for a moment and let me talk? You are not supposed to be getting excited and I don't want to upset you." Well, you are!"Sheila was very quiet, glaring. She was lucky our parents were away. At least she was a slut, and she was mine without knowing it. At least half of her one night stands I had set up, but enough was enough. I needed her to be mine and to display her as mine. I stripped, making sure my cock was hard, as she stumbled past my door with company tonight. As I peeked out I saw she was with a regular partner of hers, a short, stacked blonde who moaned like a banshee. I knew from experience that the blonde was a good cock sucker.. Ruthie this, Ruthie that. I might as well be a cat or some 1950’s character. ‘I got some buddies from my weekend job to help me haul this stuff—’ He had barely started explaining before three guys appeared at the top of the stairs. Grunting, they pushed us out of the doorway. Jack shrugged. ‘My tools are in my truck if you want to bare your arms.’ I wasn’t paying attention to him and I could tell it was driving him nuts. ‘The guys will be back to help lift the tank on the stand. It’s pretty.