I needed to step back for a moment.“I know lots of things.”, he said while a mysteriously all knowing Mona Lisa style smile fled across his face. ...��For example, I know your Mom is gone for the weekend...”, he trailed off, his light blue eyes boring into mine. “I’ve also become pretty good friends with Scott...”. He suddenly pulled away and said, “Let me give you a hand unloading your car.”, reaching for the door handle that was only a few inches behind me. Apparently I was in his way so he. She was such an expert that in a few minutes by kneading me and getting under to suck me she had my cock harder than ever before. She rubbed some oil on her back and after turning me on my back languorously laid herself on me. After doing a bit of a jiggle she lowered herself on me this time her arse hole engulfing my cock. Again as if by magic a condom covered my dick before she sank into it. If her pussy was tight this was a rat hole, but a deliciously warm and soft one. As her arse cheeks. When I woke up a week had past but I did not feel any discomfort. No thirst nor hunger, nothing. Physically the only things that changed were my now scarlet eyes and the fact that I did not seem to have a care in the world. I felt light and free to desire the impossible. I began to work on my first project. The theme was to become the most desirable man in the world without changing a thing about me.I had always been unsure of my 6 inches but now it would be the biggest dick in the world. Dick. I had been getting counseling for my sex addiction for several weeks now and it had been going great. I was upset that this was my final session with my therapist because I developed a crush on her. Recently, she started calling me by my nickname, Nature Boy. Finally, Shardae walked in looking radiant in a black designer dress and high-heels. Her hair was honey-blonde and her body was voluptuous. No lie, she looked like R&B megastar Beyoncè. As she sat in her leather chair, she began to talk.