But I loved to watch those old, scratched, poorly spliced together porn films. It really turned me on and over a few years I must have squirted gallon... of cum all over the floor of every single one of those arcade booths.One day while studying together at the school library, Skip, without looking up and apropos of nothing, suddenly said, "Hey, I was driving down Callow Avenue yesterday afternoon. I think I saw you going into that porn store that's down there. Was that you?"Panic! I froze.. Or she dies next" he said in a menacing voice.I went across to her, grabbing her and taking her into my arms. I spoke rapidly to her, telling her she needed to calm herself and to be quiet. I held her tight, and hoped that she would calm very soon. It seemed to take ages but in reality it was only about a minute or so before she was quiet except for the occasional sobs.It was then that I was able to turn to see where the killer was. I found him standing in the doorway, blocking our way out. He. I gave her my permission, and I told two of the guys we regularly invited for kinky weekends. She was going to go over to one of the guys small apartment that was close to where she worked. I'd get to peek in which I was dieing to do. She ended up going to his room for an early lunch and had me pick her up at 6 that night wearing only his bath robe having left him asleep with her clothes tangled in the bed. She was beet red, and I could tell she had let him fuck her, tugging the robe away on. I parked up and looked around, there was one guy sat on a bench. I wandered up the path and sat down on the bench, mumbled a quick “evening mate" and got out a cigarette then realised i did not have a light. Turning to the guy I asked if he had a one, it was at this point I knew why he was there, “yes” he said and proferred me his lit ciggy with his left hand, his right hard was busy stroking his hardening cock. I handed his cig back and without a second thought asked if I could do that for.