We had talked about not making love in his parent’s home, but it was clear that idea was lost as our kisses became more passionate. What few clothes...we still had on were tossed aside and soon he was on top of me. Zylen’s cock was rock hard and penetrated my pussy. A moment later the appendage entered my ass. “Connect with me,” I whispered. I wanted my last mind connection for the day to be a positive one. “Yes, my love.” The connection wasn’t a powerful as our lunch date or other connections we. Her breasts were small, but hard as softballs as they pressed through her blue, glittery halter-top. Her flat stomach was pierced and her brief skirt looked like it could slide off her slim hips at any second. Her dark hair was cut into the stylish bob a lot of girls wore these days and she was a very pretty girl. Aside from the slightly trampy outfit she looked like she could have been any of my daughter's sorority sisters. Darla came over to me and I stood up while she introduced herself."I'm. " I'm sorry Doctor (she called me Doctor!) I was sooo embarrassed to tell you. I won't fib anymore, I promise".I know you won't Pammy. Now, have you felt any side effects? Any cravings for drugs?" Gee no sir (she called me sir!) I don't like those bad drugs anymore! But I get so horny lately, it makes me crazy! I just play with my little cunny all day. Am I a bad girl mister?"No dear, you can't help it. Us Doctors call it Affective Nymphomanic Response Syndrome. Do you know what that is?" I. African-Americans everywhere all seemed to stare at her. Blue eyes and blond hair were an uncommon combination in these parts, making her a rarity. A number of people recognized Reggie behind the sunglasses and baseball cap he wore, greeting him like some sort of local hero.Once inside the pharmacy, Reggie led Christy to the contraceptives.She located Dave's brand of condoms, and then searched for a size large enough for Reggie. Christy found herself in a dilemma. Purchasing condoms for Reggie.