After cleaning up my spill, and topping my coffee, I went into the living room. I sat sipping my coffee, and Ben came in about a minute later."Ok," he...said, and sat down in a wingback chair. "Scott, I have been searching for other 'talents' for some time now. Our world has driven me nuts with its absence of 'talented' people. For example, the world I had you trained in, is not loaded with 'talents'. They have enough of them, though, to know how to train them. And, they are familiar with. I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to, but I didn’t want to. I knew what was going to happen and I couldn’t wait. My only fear was that I might get nauseated by the amount of sperm I was about to swallow. I didn’t want that to happen. I love it so damn much. I’ve been eating it for years. I love to play with it, feel its texture, smell it and let it come alive in my mouth. A million cells invading my every tastebud. The first man came up to my head and began to jerk off. They all began to jerk. Oh my god, she thought, this feels fucking great.Next to them, Debby lowered herself onto Jim's rod and was moving up and down.Soon the room was filled with the sounds of four horny young people fucking like rabbits."Ohhh fuck yeahhhh, fuck me Jim baby!," Debby cried as Jim slapped his cock into her. Her nice big tits bouncing as she slid up and down his cock. "How does Brad feel, Donna?"Donna moaned loudly in reply. "Sooooo goood," she gasped, whimpering in delight as Brad pumped his big cock. An Englishman’s self-assurance is founded on his being a citizen of the best organized state in the world and on the fact that, as an Englishman, he always knows what to do, and that whatever he does as an Englishman is unquestionably correct. An Italian is self-assured because he is excitable and easily forgets. A Russian is self-assured simply because he knows nothing and does not want to know anything, since he does not believe in the possibility of knowing anything fully.”― Leo Tolstoy, War.