With three on three, the hormones went in overdrive and we entered into a contest of teenage teasing talking in ways that felt unfamiliar as if each e...change had a hidden meaning. Lured by the café jukebox blaring Ride a White Swan by T.Rex, we went inside, commandeered an empty table and recommenced flirting. Naturally, the conversation drifted to the subject all teenage virgins know so much about - SEX. The air was electric and I nearly died when Sheila barefacedly asked, “Do you have any. I initialed and signed as indicated, reaching finally a photography page. Paper clipped to it was a thin folder. Curiosity got the better of my normal practice, and I removed the folder before reading the attached sheet. One look inside made up for the whole morning.I recognized the scene immediately. It was a photograph of Cynthia, though no identifying features were visible. I had just let her hair down and was massaging her foot. The composition of the shot was very simple, but exquisitely. I already gave her the ecstasy and she's drinking it now. Twenty minutes will be fine. I'll have her primed and ready."Holy shit! He was inviting company. I had to wonder if Sarah knew or even cared. She had finished her drink when Joe unfastened her bra and laid her back on the bed and began to suck on her tits."Am I the first black man you've been with, Baby?" he asked Sarah."No, I've been with a few over the years," she replied."You know you're going to get fucked big time tonight. You'll. . I mean, not that I want to compare or anything...”“Go on...” I said.“That was ... well, definitely one of the best blow-jobs I’ve ever had.”I just sat and glared at him as he did up his pants. I continued to glare as he left the room. And when I got myself off later in bed (so that I could get to sleep - I knew I’d need a full night’s rest if I was going to be at the top of my game when I tried again tomorrow) I mentally pictured Aaron as I did, just so I could continue to glare at him.That.