Obviously Bobby was not happy but I told them I was not going to get mad. We all went to his room and he brought up a slide show of his collection. So...e were just naked women with unusually large breasts but as I watched I noticed that there was a hard edge to the pictures which drained away the sexiness that I had once considered to be porn. It took all my self control to continue watching when I saw young girls with cum on their faces smiling at the camera. Later I saw huge dicks buried balls. It consisted mostly of nods and head tilts, but there was something definitely going on. I tried my best to act bored and disinterested, but to still keep an eye on them.My wife excused herself to use the ladies room. I made a quick sweep across the room and noticed that Rodney was gone. It was unbelievable. After we had the discussion at home, it was totally stupid for her to attempt a get together with the jerk while I was in the same building. She could see him anytime at work, with no. I swore when I went off to college I would come back and kill him in the evening hours, my trusty green car battering the life out of him as I spun my tires away back to Maryland, awaiting a call that my friend had been killed, by a stranger no less. But I didn't. I stayed my killing hand. I turned my thoughts to homosexual images of buff, bulging men muscles, glittering in tan, surreal Apollo rooms, while I shut myself in my college dormroom. That night, that first night, I let it all loose. I. Occasionally she felt Rick's cock brush against her ribs, which made her skin tingle.Finally the tip of the riding crop reached her nipple. Rick tapped her swollen flesh lightly with the end tip. Nancy let out a yelp as a bolt of pleasure erupted from her breast. He did the same to her other tit, and she cried out again. She could see Rick looking hungrily at her breasts as he flicked the leather flap against her nipple. Nancy moaned when Rick leaned forward and put his mouth near her left.