I really felt bad but it was time for me to continue on my life's adventures. College life for me was probably the same as for most guys. A little bit...of studying and a lot of partying. I had sex with many girls during college. I did remember to practice safe sex thanks to my dad who hounded me about abstaining but if I was unable to control my hormones then at least practice safe sex.I came home for one of the holidays and headed over to see Paula. They had moved and none of my friends knew. I slipped into Molly's room to photograph her trying out on Gemma her birthday present from her mum- a double-ended dildo. Becki was furiously rubbing her own pussy and trying to hang onto Gemma's slippery bum as Molly forced the lubricated purple double-ender further into their cunts. Molly's mum walked in wearing just pretty blue panties, which soon came off, she snogged Gemma, while rubbing Becki's tits and Molly's pussy. After a few minutes she announced that they all had to go down to the. Jess answered for me.“Nice waitress, Britney, happened to him. And she got him way ahead of the rest of us on the contest.”“So I see...” Sherri said. “And that is what I think it is?” She wagged a finger at my shirt.“You betcha,” Jess responded. “You might want to skip giving him any hugs!” She nearly fell back in her chair laughing at her own joke. It wasn’t really that funny.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement. Turning my head, I saw Amelia, eyes closed, and her arm shaking in. If you don’t… oh well, it’s a little difficult to explain. But the buggers think that their wealth (and implied social standing) makes them important, which if you crave wealth yourself, probably does. Yeah, I like the idea of having a good few bob tucked away in the bank, but, providing I can pay my bills, I ain’t in love with the stuff, or in awe of people who have too much of it. Wealth — more so, excessive wealth — brings with it more than a few problems, I deduced that very early in my.