Dennis had already lowered his passenger window so the tint would not obstruct the other driver’s view. He waved. The other driver waved back. Denni... motioned with his right hand for the guy to roll down his window. Dennis was glad to see the brown-haired guy comply with his request. Dennis smiled. The white guy smiled back. Dennis held up his cell phone and pointed at the other driver. The other driver held up his pointer finger. The white guy ended the conversation he was having and then. I could hear the sounds of thewomen. The noise was a detector to their excitement. They weregetting louder with the minutes and the sounds were full ofexcitement, passion, and pleasure. One set of noises was familiar –Chris’s love calls. But it seemed to have a certain something that Ihadn’t heard before – perhaps it was the newness of a female partner.Though I enjoyed watching the two of them, I realized in the future Iwould have to join in. The visual pleasure was. Even when I guessed that I had just had my first proper wet dream, I still lay there, not knowing what to do. I lay there waiting for my heart to calm down. Then I fell asleep again. In the morning the sheet was stuck to me like glue. There was a crispy disc of dried cum on the sheet and a matted mess in my pubic hair. And, of course, I awoke with another raging erection. Then I remembered the dream. “Eww! Tabatha?” The idea of my sister as a sex fantasy was repulsive to me then – at. Guards surrounded him and opened fire, but he mercilessly slaughtered them all with his bare hands. He then moved on to the next building, but once more staggered from the sight. He had entered the breeding chamber. Before him, dozens of young women were bound in stocks, sobbing from the rape they had just suffered. They were just kids, fifteen or sixteen years old at the most, their inner thighs slick with semen and the blood of their torn hymens.Eric roared in anguish and drilled his fist.