I was planning on what to say, writing it down when I thought I would read a little more of what you had been writing to your female friends on here. ...ou had save some of their pictures to your favourites and most of them were brunettes with larger breasts, similar to mine but all had shaved their pussy which you had been almost begging me to do for ages. In one of the picture sets the woman was wearing a slutty set of underwear which looked like some you had bought me a while back. I looked to. I went to the Arcade and drank sweet coffee at Coal Creek Coffee Company. Kyle and Aubrey stayed in the truck. I had to pound on the window and wait for them to finish when I got back two hours later. The truck really smelled sexy.I guess I understood a bit about why Kyle didn’t want to talk. It was weird. I had a hard time believing it wasn’t just a dream, myself. I guess if I had a lover to occupy me all the time, I’d probably not want to think about it. I had to do something, though.. Soon she is back across my lap, this time with my banana trying to enter her belly-button. One wet finger slides into her dry tight twat, next is number two. My thumb slowly presses at her pucker-hole. I alternate caresses of her ass cheeks with soft slaps, while I explain I want to make her warm first and next hot. As an expert spanker, I know how to read the reactions of her body and adapt the rythm of slaps and soothing her skin, sometimes sending shivers, when my fingers run slowly down her. ’ I objected and he tried force. I put him down. Eric took care of his buddy. That was the first confrontation. The campus police took them away.”Agnes looked emotional. “The next day, he returned somehow and was beating Melody in our room. Eric, some of our friends, and I heard the commotion down in the common room. We went up. When I opened the door, Mike charged me. He hurried me and I killed him. Eric took care of his accomplice again. The campus police came again. The campus police didn’t.