My name is Charles. I am a sex addict.Group: Hi Charles, welcome.Charles: I will be your group leader tonight. I want to welcome any new members. I al...o want to say that Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous is a self-sufficient non-profit organization that depends on your donations. I will pass the collection basket around as I continue the introduction. I would like to remind you again that we accept coins and currency but peep show tokens are not considered currency. Did you hear that, Pete?Pete:. I gently thrust back and forth into his mouth, urged by his moaning. Back and forth, back and forth I rocked my body pushing my hard cock deep into this glorious man’s mouth and throat. His moaning was like music, his hands were like they were playing an instrument and the instrument was me. His hands probed into my butt cheeks, gently rubbing my hole, sending flashes of electricity around my tingling body and pleasure that I didn’t think was possible. I could feel intense pleasure and. Though she had never met the woman she felt like she should know who she was. Nobody though came immediately to mind and so she just shrugged it off and voiced the other thought that was bothering her."I thought I was here for an orgy." She smiled to try and make light of that comment and her next one. "This feels more like an inquisition."Then the woman spoke for the first time.Mary Robertson looked at the girl who almost brought her son to tears on the Friday just over a week ago. She didn't. The woman smiled with delight, watching her lover fuck her best friend, sweaty skin slipped against more skin, the pair entwined as one, short breaths escaped in pants and mingled together. They worked up a hapless rhythm of pants, moans, and grinds. The dark haired woman mouthed the words, Love you. He winked and whispered, Love you too. Finally, his free hand trailed below her waist, finding her tingling clit. Flicking against it once, twice, and a third time was all he needed to force her.