And why? She had a good-paying career as a paralegal, a new BMW 530i, a nice house and, best of all, 2 kids who were away at college. She was miserabl... because it had been six months since she had any kind of sex, unless you count her nightly encounters with a vibrator. Her husband, Philip, was the prototypical salesman, gone 90% of the time, who knows where. Even when he was home he paid little attention to her. God, she thought, what I’d give for a nice big cock to play with. That started her. "Maybe when we're in bed together, the details could prove useful." It's a date, my kinky Carol." Tomorrow?" I'm working." Afterwards?" We're talking 1:30 a.m." I bought a car." I have some place we can go." A fellow worker?" Yes." A woman?" Yes." I should hang up." If you want, but I hope you don't. It's important what I have to say. It has to do with your vision." You were at an orgy tonight. I sensed it, other ghost people in the throes of orgasm." Really?" Just faintly, like a mist, all but. As they sat together for their daily doses, Virgil and Jean wondered what happening."Something strange is going on here, and I don't like it," Jean said."Well, I've had strange things happen before, dear, but this is the strangest of them all. I'm worried we'll never be able to show ourselves in public if these changes keep up. Oh, well, let's see what another dose will do. I'm not the kind of person to cheat on my medication." Nor I. To our relationship; may we stay together for years to. Let’s have dinner, I thought. It was around 9pm. It was also my promotion day. I was loving it so far. Let’s see.Anish was still sleeping on my sofa. I called him, toughed him, lightly tapped on his shoulder. No wakeup. Let’s get some naughty. I took his fatty penis in my mouth. It was flaccid. One stoke. That’s it. It was erect again. Lovely. I sat down near his feet, holding his manhood in my soft hands. I kissed on his penis tip with my pink, juicy lips. It oozed precum. He still has some.