Casey paused and then grabbed me by shoulder, stopping me. He made me face him and looked into my eyes. It isnt even a matter of caring. Youre practic...lly my brother. You are who you are and I love you for it. Fuck anyone who cares. I couldnt help myself and broke out into a shit-eating grin. Thanks. Casey rubbed my shoulder and we resumed our walk home for the third time. We walked for a while in silence before Casey spoke again. So, you ever fucked a guy? What? No! Oh. Casey seemed oddly sad. They must have really been able to pander to their sadistic tendencies. I also suspect Casey gets more of a buzz out of torturing their genitals than I do. At least Ron just sticks to the videoing and doesn’t interfere. Sometimes wish he would, when we go too far and I semi-regret it. But then I rationalize it by saying to myself that they do it voluntarily and we’re only giving them what they ask for, even though it’s beyond their wildest dreams and if they had any idea, they’d run a hundred. However,I will not accept any condemnation or them trying to put pressure onany of my family. I would cut myself off from them immediately.I will take the cowards way out and write to each of them individually.I couldn't bring myself to tell them face to face. I found it too muchof an emotional experience telling my own family to go through itagain. However my own family were too important to me to tell them anyother way.We have discussed the divorce, further and my wife is adamant that shewill. We could tell the party had already started without us, and everyone was in a good mood, as well as naked. Linda was dark-haired and rather plump. Her breasts were more like “tits,” small and rather sharply pointed. Tom was average like me. Billie and Bill were also dark, and Billie had jugs. No other word described them. Even she described them as “jugs,” holding them up for all to judge for themselves. Frank was short and had brillo hair. He was a comedian-singer from Las Vegas .