”“Oh that’s a good one,” she said, rolling her eyes.“No really, I need to explain. Sit.”He motioned for her to join him on the couch. She ...rossed her arms and sat at the far end, glaring at him. It was now or never.“Before, you asked about how I control the hunger without eating people.”She said nothing.“The other way is by having sex. If I have sex with someone, the hunger goes away.”She still said nothing, her arms still crossed.“Part of my curse, is that if I touch a woman, they want to have. She said no and asked if I tried on shoes while I was at themotel. I told her I had not. Shen then said, "Well, perhaps he is a goodguesser." I asked her if she thought these were work shoes. She thensaid, "I have to assume so, after all, I assume are going to be workinghard cleaning rooms all day, not just mincing around in your dress." Shetold me that only play/fantasy maids wear high heels. I was going to bea real maid. A real motel maid.I got home from work on Friday to find more mail. Suddenly Vern exclaimed, “I’m Cumminnnggg!”“Not without me, you’re not,” remarked Mike, as he shot his load all over Vern’s chest and face.Mike slowly pulled off Vern’s dick, trying to hold what he could in his rectum, at least until he could let it drain out on the grass. Vern was just lying there, spent, and grinning.Mike stated, “I just love the taste of cum!” as he bent over and started licking it off Vern’s chest, “Yep, even my own.”Using his fingers, Vern started to slide the cum on his. After taking a hit, I passed the bowl over to Simone, again being teased by any movement I made by Karen’s silky legs against my cock and balls. Then I got to work on her feet, slowly stroking her long toes and sexy arches while the girls and I casually talked about work, current events, etc. while occasionally following a movie I was watching, and getting more stoned, not to mention I had smoked a little before they came.As I continued Karen’s massage, I felt very strange touching her so.