I tried to log onto myusual site but found I was banned "No big deal" I thought to myself. So Isearched for new sites to torment the innocent, and on ...he front page(first suggestion even!) I found a new site."Magichat?" I said to myself as I filled out my information forms, andwithin in minutes I was already beginning to wreak havok. I had started anargument with a user named faeryqueen2 and had left her in tears. I feltglad to be doing what I did best, and it was way more fun than beingbored.. She started stroking my cock, which had already begin to dribble at the thought of what was about to happen. I was staring at her beautiful little breasts and dark red nipples. She was rubbing me with one hand and herself with the other.But somehow her mind seemed elsewhere."God, this is great, Marie," I said."Yeah, she said, and hesitated a second. "Johnny, can I ask you something?" Sure." Will we be able to do this forever?" What do you mean?" I asked. "Mom and Barb get home in about an. Although her stepfather had long since left, Nancy was still haunted by vivid memories and horrible dreams. Anytime a boy even tried to get close to her, she would recoil in fear and start to shake and sweat. She has never told anyone about the abuse. She seemed destined to suffer in silence.Nancy's one activity in which she found comfort was listening to music. She particularly liked the album 'Just Jimmy Reed', which her cousin had bought her on a trip to Chicago. She would listen to side one. Constantly I would ask myself. ‘Am I gay?’ I really didn’t know the answer to that one. I knew I liked both boys and girls so I guess that made me bisexual. So it was decided then, that’s what I am. I thought to myself, this situation can’t be too bad. I can have the best of both worlds. Having made up my mind I felt a lot happier in myself.So here I was in digs at college, happy but terribly hard up for cash. I just had to get some kind of job. I didn’t want to sponge off my parents forever.