. and household, my inner circle, into absolute nymphomaniacs. Even Daryl, aka Argos, was now “hypersexual,” a term that society liked to throw ar...und with the assumption that it was an unhealthy condition. But why, why was it considered unhealthy?Oh, yes, that was because society wanted to control and contain human sexuality, viewing it as a dangerous fire to be quenched before it spread like wildfire and incinerated everything. Blame the prudes who still ran everything from the top down, even. ? I mean, can't we..?" I had no ideas. "There's got to be a way." I tried again, futilely. Maybe if I had some tools. Like some needle-nose pliers or something. But who packs anything like that for a conference? "Maybe if we untucked your blouse from your skirt," I suggested. Kriti pulled the dark red fabric from the waistline of her skirt. "Lift it, so I can see," I instructed. Kriti held the side of her blouse up. I took a second - not too long - to admire the smoothness of her brown skin.. I want to feel it kicking inside my throat and filling me with hot meat! I want to suck you while you eat my pussy!"With that, Angela swung into a sixty-nine position and eagerly wrapped her loving lips around her son's cock. She felt his body jerk uncontrollably when she sucked his naked cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down it while she sucked him, making it harder and harder all the time. She began to bob up and down on his big hard prick, taking it all the way down her throat. After work that night I Ubered to the bar. By the time I got there it was around 11:00 or so, and, being a Monday, there weren’t many patrons in the bar. The bartender however was gorgeous. He was in his mid-20's and, from the looks of things, when he wasn’t tending bar he was living at the gym. His black T-shirt had the name of the bar on the back, the sleeves crudely cut off. His arms were muscular and athletic, the muscles rippling up and down and the veins popping. His chiseled face.