Instead of getting ready I had pulled my phone from the purgatory of my mattress but refused to even glance at the screen. I was so down and out that I had walked tits out the door in the same clothes I wore yesterday, after all, who the fuck do I have to look good for anyway? I walked down the sidewalk towards the campus, it was a short four-kilometer jaunt to get there. The fresh air was the balm I needed to wake me up and clear up my head, finally rousing fully to the world. Out of causal reflex, I had pulled out my phone to check the time, only to quickly realize my error. There were three more messages from my stalker waiting for me. I stopped dead in my tracks, I could tell they were sending them quicker and I felt my skin break out in goosebumps from not just the realization, but how precise the times were. Each message had come at half the time from the other, the next one I could expect during allure class. Still, I couldn't look at them, I was just too much of a coward to check and stuffed my phone into my bag. Suddenly my walk was more than brisk, wondering if I was being watched right then, always looking at my surroundings. When I had gotten to school, I felt a small measure of calm there, feeling safe in public. I tried my oral best to focus on the lectures, though this was more a defensive tactic to keep my mind distracted in my classes. It wasn't working, I kept peering at the clock, knowing the next message was going to come soon. It during lunch when my phone went off again and just as I had predicted it was perfectly paced right down to the second. This had me thinking it must be some kind of machine and I blew out this sigh it had to be some kind of program and not a person. Then I was more annoyed, I had gotten myself all worked up over nothing, no one was out to get me. By the time my classes ended and I had gotten home, those three texts had grown to five. I was getting deeply annoyed by their regularity. In a wild surge of frustration, I had grabbed my phone and tore the backplate off and yanked the battery out and tossed the pieces big onto my coffee table and watched them spread across the surface. “Let see you send me a picture now asshole,” I said with venom in my voice. It was the next day I didn't even bother to put it back together, there was no point, it was not amateur like someone important was going to call me. I went to college, did my studies and prepped for my tests for the end of the week. What I didn't do was worry about some loser wandering around and snapping stupid pictures to send me. It was kind of funny, ignorance was truly bliss. When got home and saw my phone in shambles, I was struck with an immediate sadness what I had done. I kneeled over it and tenderly put the device back together, all the while cursing myself for taking my frustration out on a device I had usually taken such care of. To my relief, the loading screen blazed to life with color, but my elation turned to dread when the rolling barrage of photos was spooling past the screen. One after another was pushed past as my phone received them and they were places I had been before. I grew nauseous, watching as each photo was of a place closer and closer to where I lived. I could no longer deny it, I was truly being hunted by someone. Another text came while I was looking at the pictures and I had nearly dropped my phone when I saw it was a shot of the front of my college today. My throat was suddenly parched, the blood turned to ice in my veins and it felt like my heart had sunk into the pit of my stomach. Her hands squeezing her own big breasts. And the grand playroom didn’t hurt either. I reached over to the allure arm big of the chair next to us and grabbed a beach towel that had been draped over it, and threw it on top of her back, before I turned away from her and headed towards my room, wet from my stomach to my knees. She put her hands on my shoulders, “Put your hands on my waist and lift me up. But the moment of danger passed and Stephanie leaned back, shifted herself oral carefully out of his lap, and stood. I could do this all day, I thought. Brian chuckled, “Of course I am…… Hell, we were more worried how you would take it…….. He put his arms into the robe and pulled it over his shoulders. “Clean up that mess...with your tongue.” said Julie as she indicated the large pool of dog cum that sat glistening on the tiled floor. These two beautiful women were servicing me as I relaxed on the bed, enjoying life. Yup! That conclusion was strengthened when Brooke raised her arms to put on her wrap. Can I get one for you now?” The hint of a frown played at the ends of her pouty lips. “Just like tits your mother was.” Daddy replied. “Using it for research mostly. She was so close, rising almost to the edge 3 or 4 times. Bob’s bright red shaft with the purple head was a amateur delicious sight for any woman. You're so smooth.