Now we had to wait.November 16, 1991, Chicago, Illinois“Still no Chris,” Alex observed.“No. None of us have heard from him, so far as I’m awar...,” Pete said. “He basically dropped out of sight.”“What do you think would happen if I called him and asked him to come have a cup of coffee when the rest of you aren’t here?” Alex asked.“I have no clue,” Pete said. “Steve? You’ve known him longer.”“It can’t hurt. I’ll call you with his number when I get home.”“Thanks. Can you believe that the Libyan. My twin brothersMark and James who were three years younger were into all sports whichpleased our Dad. I was content to spend time with my Mom. I developedfrom her a caring for people. Mom was a pre-school teacher I spent a lotof time with her in the kitchen and learned to cook. My Dad was anengineer and was in charge of a whole section at a factory. Our homelife was quite pleasant otherwise. One thing I did miss was the factthat we had no other relatives. Both Mom and Dad were orphans and had. The first was, no matter what was happening in the gym, I wasscrewed, and two, I was about to meet the bad guy. Once in the gym, theonly thing I heard was silence. This seemed strange to me because,obviously I thought everyone was in the gym. At the same time, all I couldsee though was the ceiling. Finally we stopped moving, and the guysstraightened me out, holding me facing forward. There at the end of thegym, by the home side basket, and locker room doors, was what could onlybe described as a. Suddenly the bolts of pleasure exploded inside me, I spasmed violently, my legs turning to jelly, my face contorted in pleasure my vision blurred as I came. Slowly Torsten came back into focus and he was facing me, eyes wild as if in a trance, his tongue flicking in and out ..... his cock still erect and bouncing around pointing in my direction while my hand was still inside my juice soaked panties. I watched Torsten stride off towards the rear of the shack. I managed to straighten myself out.