Und mit Sandra. Aber nur, wenn wir zu dritt sind."Tobias sah hilfesuchend zwischen seiner Mutter und seiner Freundin hin und her.„Da kann ich mit le...en.", strahlte Sandra.„Und jetzt?" fragte Tobias.„Jetzt entjungferst du mich. Aber so ganz ohne Zuschauer will ich es nicht haben."„Und wer soll uns zusehen?"„Die Cam und deine Mutter. Ich will, dass Sandra dabei ist. Und alles soll gefilmt werden."„Ich stehe gerne hinter der Kamera und nehme euch auf, Meike!" bot sich Sandra an.„Nein, du sollst. Oh, this is not fair. You've already figured out the whole thing. Maybe I should just leave and you make up your own fantasy.The year is 1979. I was an assistant professor in philosophy and Molly was a senior, only six years younger than I. Molly was 22 and brighter than I've ever been. 5'6", long brown hair and eyes that spoke volumes. Small breasted, she usually went braless and often wore t-shirts and Indian skirts. We were friends and lovers and although I had a role in "corrupting" her. “I want to get high before,” she says sliding over to touch his leg. Looking her over he smiles, “Of course my dear, I will get you lit before I fuck your brains out!” Oh good, she purrs. Then you can take me up the hill and fuck me!Parked off the road now, She mixes a big hit up, sitting cross-legged with her dress pulled up around her hips and bouncing just a little. He can just see her shaved pussy waiting to be touched. She pushes the plunger in slowly and the dope flows into her. The windwhistles by, and I shiver. The insults fly at me. "Rich bitch." McC-trash." "McC-slut." And so forth. They continue to scream, atme, just inches from my face. They shove me. They have formed acircle around me and push me from person to person. They continue toscream insults at me. At random, they 'miss' catching me, so I fall tothe ground. I fall 'hard' of course, because my hands are tied. Iscream as I fall, which causes them to laugh. When I am on the ground,they all scream.