"So," Sue said as Janet joined Pete and the other girls on the larger couch, "feel up to a little game Pete?" What do you have in mind?" Pete asked he...itantly as his fingers hopped from one tit to another and one juicy slit after another."A little game that Cindy, Janet, and Dave were playing last night," Sue said with a smile. "They called it 'Who am I fucking now, ' but since there were only two girls it wasn't hard for Dave to guess who he was fucking." Sounds like a fun game," Pete said. They hung down almost as far as the tip of his penis. That evening, when he was screwing the women, they were swinging all over the place. I had certainly felt urges to grab them. Now, watching him shower, I felt very attracted to him, despite having shot my load multiple times that evening.We soaped each others’ backs and helped dry each other off. I thought I could detect some swelling in his cock, and I certainly felt a little excitement in my modest one, only six and a half inches fully. As the second of the three months drew to a close, Celeste started exhibiting changes. She would enter fugue states that would last up to an hour, and when she came out of them, she had no memory of ever having been gone. Entire hours vanished for her, and she had no memory of what’d had happened while she’d been away. Her vision started to deteriorate, and after examining a medical text on the matter, I concluded that she had less than three weeks to live.When she was lucid, Celeste and I. "Bull fucking shit woman, once a fucking coke whore always a fucking coke whore. Looky what's I gots here cunt." He held up a small bag of white powder. Instantly the temptation hit Nancy. Her resolve undermined by the memories, and the worst memory now in front of her. The coke whore buried deep within struggled to be free, wanting so desperately to get high started pulling the weakened girl down as she slowly took a step towards the coke. "You want it, all ya gots to do is come with me, suck.