We pleasured each other for what seemed ages, but had to stop for a takeaway that had been delivered.That night we agreed to sleep in separate bedroom..., and it was the first main lesson we learnt in the art of swinging ! DONT ! It started out ok, John was a gentleman, we cuddled in bed kissed and he stuck his cock into me easily I was well wet, he fucked me nice and hard, I could hear next doors bedroom, Sue was getting similar treatment. After a while though he said he wanted anal, I said no. His reasons for doing it were partly to send a message to the grieving mother, but also to all the others who were suffering out there - he wanted them all to know that someone was taking up the fight on their behalf.One thing was causing him some concern. The fact that he felt no guilt, no remorse despite having already killed six men, was a worry. How could it be that he felt nothing? Set against that however, he was comforted by the fact that he had felt deeply the loss of little Kirsty - so. She tried freeing my mind and nothing helped... mainly cuz i didnt want it to... i was hoping worst case i had to jack off at a hospital. then the nurse said "WE need to relieve you to take the pain away".... then a little pause "relieve?" i said trying to sound embarrassed "Yes relieve. through a scrotal massage." she said it as though it was a therapy they had at the hospital. "well how do i do it" i said. She replied with the best answer ever "You dont do it, I will. I believe if you do it. But not at school, she knew my association was social suicide, and Ididn't blame her for that. Not one bit.We lived three houses apart in a quiet, leafy suburb in northern England.After school we would spend all of our time together. She'd encourage me,chastise me for not standing up for myself, and listen to my teenageanguish. We'd listen to music and make top 10 lists of favourite bands.She was always in to the newest and most exciting scenes, informing me ofthe dos and don'ts of mid-2000s.