. Она начала разговор: -у тебя классная задница!тебе уже говорили об этом? Я возмуще...�но кавнул. -значит тебя наверняка уже трахали в нее?! Я болтал головой так как у меня пропал дар речи от происходящего. -ты возбужден, значит тебе нравится, поверить не могу что твоя задница целка, пойдем ко мне, поговорим и выясним все! Я согласился. Слово за слово, и вот она уже снимает с меня плавки, а там железный кол от столь откравенного разговора и полосочка от стринг! Как она рассмеялась, стало даже. "What's wrong with me? I haven't acted that nervous around a girl sinceI was twelve!"He shook his head again."Not to mention she'd never want to be with me, even if I wasn't apossible suspect."Some of his dreams were ... very eventful ...******Interlude"So when does he get the gift?" It has already been given" But nothing has happened!" Patience."******Chapter 4 Investigations and confessionsThe next evening, while laying in bed, Michael began to feel ...strange. A tingling sensation. So I changed into the underwear and continued to pack. She didn’t make a big deal of it, but was definitely watching me. I was turned on and hard as a rock, which I’m sure, she didn’t miss. In fact the tip of my cock was slightly peaking out. I had always wanted to do CFNM and this was my chance. I went for it! I asked her and so do you like? Pointing and motioning up and down my body and that I was packing wearing only my underwear. She said, ‘yes’ with a look like, of course I like you doing. Tim could only guess what was going on in her mind. All she said was, ‘God, that was the most wonderful orgasm.’ They both cleaned up and went their separate ways. Now that he knew it worked, what to do? He named the drug ‘Arouseltwat’. Tim had heard of a rental home at the edge of Mt. Pleasant, that had six bed rooms. There had been six girls living there, but one flunked out, so there was a bed room empty. The other girls had to make up the rental difference. In mid semester there was no hope.