He never had a date. He did not go to his prom. He smoked pot all through high school. I think that was his way of tolerating the emotionally abusive ...amily situation that he was born into.I met him early in my freshman year at a gathering of stoners in one of the rooms on his floor. That is what pot smokers were called in the late 1970s when we were living on segregated floors in the same dorm building at the University of Wisconsin. Maybe they still are, but I would not know because I stopped. ”“How old are they?” I asked.“About 75, and a bit shaken, from what I could see,” was her reply. “Well,” I said, “I’d better think about getting to bed myself. Do you have another candle?” “I’m not sure, let me look,” she said. Five minutes later she re-appeared to say that there was only this one candle, so she would show me up to my room and make sure I was settled before she herself went to her room. Upstairs, I pulled the curtains, and felt the radiator, which was rapidly cooling. She found. Good day to you, Ma'am."The four men rode off, and Mary said to me, "John, I do not know what it was, but there was something about that man that just did not seem right to me. What do you think?" I agree, Mary, but I cannot put my finger on what it was about him and those others. Maybe it was just a friendly concern for your welfare, but I cannot help doubting it."Neither one of us said any more, but I was even more careful to keep an eye out the rear of the wagon, just in case trouble showed. Susan was blessed with large, firm tits, and Kathy was more lean and muscular. Susan shared with me how much Kathy loved Susan's large tits and hard nipples. Susan had told me that many times, Kathy would just beg to suck Susan's hard nipples. What I didn't know was that Susan had confessed to Kathy all of our latest sex experiences. Kathy was quite aroused about me being submissive and bi-curious and really wanted to watch me suck Susan's strap on and take it the ass. Kathy confessed to my.