Cray saw the look and became defencive, "Hey... fuck you dude, not everyone gets a willing sex slave like your mom!"Bill thought to change the subject...before another heated battle ensued - but Bill did not consider his mother his 'sex slave'. "I don't think it was only that our mom's were starving for guys - there had to be more to it, else most guys would be banging their old ladies?"Cray took a long breath to calm down, having expected a defensive argument, "Maybe they are and none of us can. Max always fantasized about Taylor lips wrapped around his cock, her big blue eyes staring back at him, coming deep in her throat. He wanted to strip her down, push her on the bed, and have his way with her. It came to a point where daydreaming wasn't enough, he would steal pairs of her panties and masturbate with them, thinking that was as close to her sweet pussy he would get. He knew if she ever found out she would freak, so he tried to be secretive about it.One day he was going through her. I didn’t think that she’d ever go through with something like that, and Joyce didn’t strike me as someone who would do that either; ‘Bad Joyce’ might actually go for it under the right circumstances, though I seriously doubted it.About halfway through lunch, I noticed that some of the gang had changed seats and that Mary and Josh were sitting next to each other. I doubted there was a happier Sophomore in Milford. It also boded well for his trip to Sweden. I’d have to talk to him about that. He. I felt like a turd in a punch bowl, I just didn't fit in. I got some food so at least I could eat and get out. While looking for a place to sit I spotted her, sitting quietly, by herself at a picnic table, so I joined her.We immedieately struck up a conversation about how neither of us wanted to be there, but she was told by her boss the same thing I was and now she was feeling pretty miserable. Her name is Judith, pretty face, thick long black hair and a really cute butt. Best of all, she.