Christopher might have many minor flaws to his personality, but he always boldly told the truth when he conversed with Brenda. Sometimes she wished th...t he had held back some information. " This is called 'E' mom." Christopher replied. " You know, the designer drug called Ecstasy."Brenda had graduated from high school in the late sixties and drugs were not strange things to her. Although she had been offered chemical stimulants many times during her adolescent days, she had always declined,. Do you want to reclaim me?"She took my hand and placed it between her legs. I probed tentatively at her outer lips and found her wet and willing. I knew my prick was already rock hard and had no doubt about my ability to perform. I moved between her spread thighs and she grasped my penis and rubbed the head between her cunt lips. Satisfied that there was ample lubrication she let go.Slowly, gently, savouring the moment, I leaned into her. My cock penetrated her, lubricated by the sperm of. Artie came knocking on my door at four in the morning. He was in tears. And much the worse for wear. Bruised up. Clothes dirty and torn. He had been beaten up. And raped. Anally raped. And, the fine fellow who had done it was none other than... good old Biff.Damn it! I'd have to teach Biff a lesson. A lesson he'd never forget. But, short of castrating him, I couldn't think of anything appropriate. So, I asked Artie what he'd consider suitable payback. And, what he came up with was nothing short. Natalie slid from her chair and went into his arms. The warmth that radiated from his chest covered her like a blanket. He held her tight as she cried. She cried for the lost years and for the pain in her heart and ache in her chest. Tears fell in sheets down her face as she imagined life without him, even if it was to be a life full of anger and regret. More tears fell as she saw her future, slowing opening up to include him. The hole in her chest could be full again, if she took a chance on.