She gingerly lifted the shoebox and pulled off the rubber band. She took one final, deep breath, and lifted off the lid.The box was full of photograph... and slides, bundled together with thin rubber bands. Angelina picked one small stack and began sifting through the photos.One was a thin, teenage boy with a beaming smile holding a black Labrador puppy. On the back of the photo, written in a careful feminine handwriting, was a date, "8/2/74". Another picture labeled "Xmas 1974" showed the boy in. Kelly Summerset was 18, and had blonde-brown hair that reached down to just below her shoulders. Her breasts were 32C, and all the boys at school talked about Kelly and her friends, the group that everyone called "The Busty Blondes". Kelly was also a cheerleader, as were the rest of her group."Man, I can't wait for the last week of school!" Claire exclaimed. Claire Matthews was 18 with long dark blonde hair. Her breasts were 36C, and she was the captain of the cheerleader squad. Or captainess,. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to see who called but it is a text message: I AM THINKING ABOUT YOUR SWEET ASS. I smile and text you back: WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO TO MY ASS?For a long ten minutes there is no response until I receive: I WANT TO LICK IT, TO SLIDE MY FINGER DEEP INSIDE OF YOU, THEN SLIDE MY COCK INTO AND THEN SHOOT MY CUM ALL OVER YOU.There is no way I was staying at work. I could already feel my pussy getting wet and I needed you. I quickly send you an email to tell. Things just kept getting stranger and stranger. He would send me porn links. All of it was blowjob videos. And to be honest I watched most of them.Now everything spun wildly out of control 2 nights ago when he offered me a drink.I had a stressful day at work so I gladly accepted. He handed me a glass of whiskey. As I say in my chair sipping on my drink I started to feel groggy. The last thing I remembered was placing the empty glass down on the side table.I came to in my bed. As I woke up I.