He told me there was a group of tweekers both men and women who wanted to party with me. I cleared my schedule for a coup,e of days and fixed myself u.... When I arrived at the house it was run down. The lawn hadn’t been mowed in a while and everything was in a general state if disrepair. I knew I was in the right place it looked like a tweekers house. Before I could even knock on the door it opened. Tiffany I presume. I said yes sir. He smiled and said cum on in. The inside of the house smelled. Every day, every vibrator in my apartment gets a workout. I've had more one night stands in the past two months than in the past five years. Something's up.Maybe this is my biological clock ticking, sending me into sex overdrive, though none of the normal accompanying feelings have manifested. k**s still give me the willies. Whatever it is, it's kind of fun, but it's driving me fucking crazy. Literally, fucking-crazy.It all started two months ago, these horny feelings. I was doing research in. We stripped down, and then I turned to Art and kissed him. We held each other for a few moments.Finally, Dr. Corbett broke the silence. "Well, this is certainly interesting. You boys head on to class." We held hands on the way to lunch, and we were both beginning to get stiff. We grabbed our food and sat down next to each other. When we finished eating Art looked at me."I have an idea," he said, and began stroking my cock. Soon we were lost to the world as our only focus became the pleasure we. Moving back down the few steps to the living room, Quinton sees her at his guitar. Her womanly body bent slightly to pluck at the strings. He will sing to her. But later. ‘Here you go Pamela,’ he says as he points to the sofa with an elbow, ‘relax and let’s talk,’ handing her a glass he then grabs the remote off the cocktail table, clicks on soft music and sits. And they did talk, for hours. About their lives, divorces, work. Underneath it all an undercurrent of charged sexual feeling. Her.