It paid to have rich dads protecting their worthless skins. It was nodifferent this time. One call and the campus police dropped the charges.'Lack of ...vidence' they said. So I did something about it." What did you do?" Mark demanded."I made it so they will never rape another girl again." And how did you do that?" I turned them into a couple of nymphomaniac sissy faggots who can't getoff unless they're dressed like chicks with a cock in their mouth or ass.And they need to get off, a lot." Jake. Usually.I don't remember what triggered me, probably the fact that I was home alone and horny. I was working at my desk in a room adjacent to our bedroom when I heard my upstairs neighbor talk on the phone as she walked into her bathroom. It was a hot summer day and she was talking about meeting the person on the other end of the line as soon as she had showered. And then something triggered me. I silently walked to the bedroom, kneeled down before the door and peeped through the keyhole. Sure. K’s, dual income, no kids. We each had a great job that we liked doing, and earned respect doing it. Julie was Dennis’ wife. She worked in retail, but that’s the easy way of saying it. The largest shopping mall in our area, a very high-end women’s wear store with three floors. She was the manager, I heard tell that she was the boss too. I’d heard that it ran with just short of a hundred twenty employees. Mary and my ex Cat were both in health care. They both started low on the totem pole. At. My arms slipped around her waist as her were wrapped around my back. Miss Smith was 55, 5’2” and dumpy in her small frame, and had been a teacher all her life never marrying as she loved her job too much.As we hugged a minute or so then I pulled apart and looked at her, it seemed the most natural thing to do as I leaned forward and gave her a kiss, as I pecked her on the cheek she turned to face me and as we stood inches apart, she said “You were always my favourite ****” I leaned closer and we.