One showed me taking a long black cock to its base. In all of the pictures I looked to be loving every minute of it.I started to cry. If Jim saw these...we were done being a couple for sure. He would leave me like yesterday's trash. I was trash. I was a white trash whore. I was Gary's white trash whore now. What was I thinking anyway, Jim had already left me."What time and where? I will only do this for so long Gary." Whore, you will do this as long as I tell you to. Your ass is mine from now on.. They were deep kissing and swapping tongues as he fingered her pussy. I knew they were both drunk enough to have lost their inhibitions and were going to be fucking soon. I knew they had privacy and so I reached over and slid her robe off her shoulders exposing the fact that "Tom was feeling her tits as he fingered his sisters pussy and was french kissing her. I now had her naked and took the beer can from her hand. I saw her reach in front of him and grip his cock so I slid his shorts down and. After college Brian never left home. He was always there, whatever the occasion, always a topic of discussion. He was the only lover the girls had in common. Joan slept with him for a month, just before highschool graduation. Beth had him as a college sophomore. He was their standard, their basis for comparison. He was the benchmark, against which everyone else was measured up. Or down.The girls had their sixty percent of the front seat reclined, They were under a blanket, face to face,. " She gets in there, in her jammies, he's in briefs. "Then he d****s his left arm over the top of me. Okay Tommy, go ahead, boy" Tommy d****s it over, all smiles. "This guards me, and that's it. I'm in The Cave where nothing can hurt me." And that's how they slept. I'd check on 'em sometimes, go down and she was always in there, in The Cave, both of 'em sleepin' like Rip Van Winkle.---------It was those whispers, and sighs, the soft laughter and calm conversations in the midst of preparations.