We need to talk and she butts in. I know she means well, but it isn't always what I want." I know what you mean. One of my partners is the same way." ...oxy?" No Bertha. The one that selected the dress I gave you for your birthday." It is a beautiful dress. I love it. I couldn't believe you left it after finding out I was pregnant with Junior. I have had some pictures of me taken while I was wearing it." I know. Aunt Sylvie sent me one." She has your address? I didn't know that." She has called. For the sake of the story: let's call her Lauren. I'd always pump at breaks during classes to help relive my horniess. Making the loud sucking sound under the covers of my bed to get rid of some of my tension. Each week, I'd get a little bigger. Each week, my hard ons were stronger--which, at college age--meant almost unlimited power. Each week, I'd find little chunks of time when the room was empty--class breaks, or off times--to pump my manhood.One day, of course, Lauren walked into the room. I've sent messages to people I want to fuck. I even got on OK Cupid and Tinder. I'm letting guys who have amazingly yummy cocks know that I want to watch and hear them build up a deep cum. I'm using my hands, mouth and ass. I am trying to talk to women I like since yesterday because 'm starting to crave pussy and ass real bad. I miss a pussy that's gotten used for days and asshole that's prolapsed from being toyed and fucked. I miss that smell and taste! I miss how that first inhale of sloppy. I did. So I tried to shut up."It came to me when I read the story about the lesbians and the dolphins," she explained as she started again. "Lesbians?" I hadn't been able to stop the word from escaping from my mouth."Don't you remember? When the lesbian party boat capsized in Biscayne Bay?" I didn't know what she was talking about and my face showed it."I think he was visiting Dad that summer," Bridget advised her sister."Oh. Well Axel, what do you imagine went into the sea along with the two.