You have the potential to be a classical superstar!” she flattered. “Really? It’s just a hobby. I don’t practice enough…” “I can see tha..., Alan. That’s why I need to take you under my wing. You’ll be happy and fulfilled. I promise. How old are you, by the way?” “Just eighteen,” the young man smiled at her. At last, someone who cared! He stared at her prominent cleavage and sighed, “Alright, what do I have to do?” That very night they made love in her plush apartment. Sexually demanding, she. What? Kyle couldn't come up with a ready word at first, but there was something...well, 'ravenous' about Richard's friend---both exciting, but also a little scary because of the degree of hunger he saw in the older man's facial expression. The slight nervousness Kyle felt towards Richard's eager friend, was also the spur to which his cock had responded, and which by now was nearly fully erect.Between Richard and Duane, Kyle was soon securely tied so that his arms were spread out across the top. All right, so some people sneer at IHOP. I'm not one of them, OK?I remembered both girls' full names, and tried the telephone directory. They were both in there -- with the usual feeble female attempt at avoiding calls from perverts:"S. Winthrop" was in there, and so was "M. A. Mathis". The phone number, for both, was the same, and the address information, while sketchy, seemed to fit.I called. Molly answered. I could tell it was she, because she sounded so civilized."Hey, Molly, it's Greg --. ” Her words were broken by her pants. Her entire body was flesh. “But ... hopefully...”I put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her to me. She clung to me, trembling. I wanted to shake, too, but I needed to be strong for her. I was her boyfriend. This mess was partly my fault. I had the chance to end this sooner. Now we were trapped in this crazy world.“Where did they go?” a girl shouted.“They must have gone into the library,” the haughty voice of Paris said.“Check the classroom just to be.