Same with your uncle here, I think. I bet that Demy’s asshole gets a lot of use, especially since I’ve been pounding it,” Kevin declared.He lick...d his lips with obvious lust for the menfolk.“Truth or Dare?” I asked Fanny now.She now snickered that she got chosen first.“Dare!” Fanny grinned wickedly.“I dare you to strip Jeanne down and have your way with her, using fingers, toys, mouth, etc. Are you game?” I dared my eldest sister.Fanny then smirked, walked over to Jeanne, and got busy taking. Wish I took a picture then, but I didn't.So after that, I let my buddies look after her for a few weeks, while I played the whole 'mysterious disappearance' game with the cops and her family. Of course, they couldn't prove anything, and i'd convinced her previously that we were going to run away together, so she'd already made some preparations that the police were far too eager to shove in the family's face. Anything to get out of doing actual work. Meanwhile, my buddies had some fun with. This argument is a straw man. Only the silliest people would argue that media creates direct copycats, but that’s not the same as arguing that media has an influence on people. Iterative exposure to media violence might desensitise people to violence, making them more accepting of it and callous towards it. That’s an issue worth taking seriously. When it comes to stories like mine, and the others on this site, things get even thornier.A helpful question to bear in mind is: “What’s the most. She said neither time was special like people say it should be. Then she said Ray had dumped her that Tuesday at school. Turns out, as soon as they’d had sex, he lost interest and wanted to go with someone else.Tara burst out crying and I held her and my top ended up soaked. She’d been holding it in all week and pretending everything was okay but it wasn’t. I didn’t tell her, but she hadn’t done that good a job of hiding that something was wrong. Tara was really devastated and figured it must.