I grew more excited than ashamed as I watched my schlong disappear and reappear from this teenager's mouth."How does it taste?" I asked boastfully.Rub... removed my stick from her mouth momentarily to answer."It tastes like crap," she blurted out playfully, sparking some deja vu from earlier in the day.Her smug facial expression showed that she was half joking, but also half serious as she put it back in her mouth, polishing off my dick which still carried the cigarette flavored saliva and faint. "At that, Susan lookedup at me quizzically. The boy pulled her bra down to expose her pert bags, andshe started paying attention to him again. He played with her tits for a bitagain, and then glanced at me, and slowly stood up, and began kissing her. Hekept his right hand on her right breast, but moved his left hand down to herass, and began rubbing it. I was right in that she was not kissing him back.She was still the same person, she was simply incapable of getting angry, sad,or surprised. No structure amongst the lawbreakers, no honour amongst thieves, led to them all turning on each other, bumping each other off for ultimate power. After about a year, fourteen of the fifteen people who used to torment Castor City regularly were six feet under. Be it in cement shoes, bullet ridden or melted by acid in a drum somewhere, they were taken care of, not by the law, but by each other. The fifteenth, well, he’s gone. That’s a long story. Needless to say it’s why I find myself at this. "Yes, but you also love Sharon. I know you said it was just the sex, but you had almost any girl you wanted in high school any time you wanted, so why did you stay with Sharon so long, and why were you so broken up when you had to tell her goodbye? I didn't understand it, so unknown to you, I met Sharon face to face later that year while you were at work."Sharon picked up now. "Never having met Angie before, the only image I had of her was the one you painted for me, Oscar. When I began to talk.