We were sitting on Robbie's bed, our backs leaning against her headboard, and I had a tit in each hand. The stereo was playing something by the Wizard... of Wynter that Cousin Cinnamon had sent, though I didn't get the name."Not a word. After the game, Parker looked at me a few times, opened his mouth a few more, but nothing came out. Then I rode home with you guys." So what are you going to do?" Tami asked."I'm going to have a nice relaxing Saturday with my best friends. Then I'm going to pump. Anya’s loving and sensual kisses, caressing and rubbing had my senses buzzing. The change in her breathing and an increase in the force and speed of Anya’s body movements indicated that she like I was building up to a crescendo.Our kissing and movements became wetter and clumsier. We sucked on each others tongues nibbled on our lips with big slurping noises and hard breathing. Anya’s small breasts rubbed against my huge squashed orbs as her thigh rubbed my hard clitoris I tried to force my leg. In understood his plan. I moved away from these 3 guys as they were busy enjoying their first steps on the dance floor.As I was moving to the centre of the dance floor I found a pair of hands on my ass again. I did not dare to look back. The guy whispered in my ears to keep dancing. I kept dancing. He made his grip on the nude part of my hips more firm. He started pressing it harder. He pushed himself more towards me. I could feel his bulge on my ass.He slowly touched his chest on my back and. ‘Hi Pop. It’s me, Rick. I’ve have to tell you what happened today. I killed a man this afternoon. . . .’ Chapter Three The Next Morning There was no point in staying in bed any longer. Sleep just wouldn’t happen. After talking to dad for the better part of two hours last night I just laid in bed reliving every moment of what had happened the previous afternoon. Did I make the right decision? Was there any other way I could have handled the situation? Did he have to die by my hand? Anybody who.