I went back to the dishes for a minute before she called myattention back to her. "Hun do we have any of those fruity yogurts left?"she asked. "Ye... probably on the bottom shelf in the back" Isaid without thinking. I look back to her again hearing her dig through thefridge. She was bent over at the waist looking for her yogurt. Her robe pulledup to the bottom curve of her ass giving me a great view of her creamy whitethighs. She leaned in closer to the fridge pulling her robe up just far. I apologize in advance.))Imagine the real world as we know it. Twist it into a sandbox computer game. Change all the laws of reality. Turn the rules of society up side down and every person in it into a player character. In this new world, sexual pleasure is the only thing people think about. It is the only thing they need. They obsess over it to the point of nymphomania. Common normalities that once governed real life no longer exists. There is no need for sustenance or self maintenance.. Finally, Dr. Hopkins went back to his seat, gloating in all the applause directed at him. As he was sitting down, one final person went on stage, leaving Dr. Hopkins feeling rather annoyed since he was supposed to be the last show. He saw that it was Dr. Young, the 13 year old child prodigy, who had created a giant monster at the age of 5. He was a recent graduate of mad scientists school, and a new addition to the club. Dr. Young stood on stage, looking a little nervous, holding a. " It was a hoarse whisper of desperation. She spread her legs wide, parted the satiny folds of her cunt and rolled her hips. The red glistening slit of her virgin fuckhole was completely displayed. "I'm so wet, Daddy," she whispered. She pinched her clit and shuddered as tiny spasms rippled through her writhing body. Whimpering, Missy rolled over onto her belly. She pressed her tits against the mattress, her nipples pleasurably sore as she rubbed them against the sheet. "Un ... un ... un.".