She went over and sat on the fresh sheets of her bed. She switched the TV on and flipped through the channels not settling on any particular program. ...er mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. She dared not venture out of her room in fear of meeting those men. The fear not for being forced to make love again but fear that she would jump headlong into a pool of feelings for two strangers. A pool which she knew she would never be able to pull herself out of. A pool which she felt would only destroy. He would wait until the panther was ready to pounce, and catch it in the act. Whatever was being hunted would run away – it probably wasn't anything more interesting than a deer of sorts, not worth hunting down. Predators were always more interesting, or at least more dangerous. And so he waited. The cat also was still; a low, quiet rumbling was emanating from its throat. He wondered, quietly, why the damned b**st didn't just jump. Then, all of a sudden, it shuffled its back feet around ever so. M began rubbing J's balls. J began to writhe and groan. J's hand reached down from the top bunk and M pressed his rock hard cock into the palm. He looked down and watched J work the shaft and the head. J's arm disappeared, M heard him spit--the arm came down and began to work a lather of spit all over M's head and he began twitching, the cum starting boiling in his balls and he really wanted to let it out. He pulled J's hand away at the last second, just enough to watch a tiny spurt of. I told her about it and she agreed to pick me up. She picked me up on Saturday and had an entire night planned. She was wearing this backless white top and short shorts. We got to her house where she got me to smoke weed with her from different types of devices like a pipe or a bong or a blunt. We were high and we started taking shots of tequila. There was me, her, and 3 of our other friends. We were all drawing on her back with colored sharpies throughout the night. At about 12 am, everyone.