... “I love your body you fucking....you fucking..ohhhh....” his groan was deep and guttural. He ran his hands around her sides and grabbed her ti...s.... “I love your fucking soft tits”..he ran his hands down her sides to her ass, which he dug his fingers into, making her cry out softly. “I love your fucking assss,” he hissed. She mewled. Her stroking was driving him mad. His orgasm was coming. He grabbed her silky hair with a hand and pulled it, “God your hair is perfect,” her face was forced. He himself was relaxed now, his hormones kicked in and he was up for any fun they wanted.As Trista carried on kissing with him, Dawn saw his cock straining against the material covering it, forming a tent shape. She scooted down and lifted then pulled, Rob's briefs off him, taking them right of his ankles. Then she stared a second at his long, thick penis with total lust in her eyes, before popping his enlarged cock-head into her cunning, clever sweet mouth.Dawn kind of lolled his cock around. The improvement still wasn't huge, or even medium, and I even doubted it at times - usually in English classes - but if real, it was very nice.The minor aspects out of the way, it's time to mention a biggie: my observance of social interactions opened my eyes to something I found horrific. At first I thought I was overly sensitive to the issue, but as I saw more examples of it, I understood that I was seeing reality. People were hurting each other everywhere I looked! Not just deliberately. Jim, a local, was originally from nearby the school. He was a nice fellow too. I’d played basketball with him several times. You could see him out balling every day on the basketball courts near the teachers’ cafeteria.I decided to approach him after a game of hoops, ask him about the school’s past.But I found he was reticent to talk, go into much detail, as it certainly isn’t the best-selling point for the school.After a bit of prodding, on the walk back to our building, he agreed to talk,.