Mike felt his cock swell like a balloon. He knew thathe ought to break up their little tryst, but they weregoing about things in such a very matter-of...��fact mannerthat he hesitated. Clearly, the girl wasn’t beingforced. If anything, she looked downright enthusiastic.The boy suddenly took a deep breath and grimaced inecstasy. “Oh, yeah,” he sighed as he released hisbreath and jutted his hips forward. The girl pumped her head a few more times, then took along final pull on his. This woman--obviously it was Taria--didn't just send back "Aw, shucks, twarn't nothin'" like some people might. She told me how she came to write it, and what it did to her. She told me she couldn't write things like that very often, because they made her hard to get along with, overbearing. It sounded as if she were maybe a little afraid of her talent. After all, she's a scholar, not a story teller.My whole attitude toward her changed. She'd been somebody to shoot the bull with, just another. Suddenly she started moving and looked up at Tom. ‘How am I?’ she asked. ‘Not so good,’ Tom responded, ‘it looks like whatever infected you is destroying your internal organs.’ Strangely instead of looking nervous, Seven looked like she hadn’t even heard what Tom said. What she did do was reach down to her crotch area and start rubbing and moaning with ecstasy. There was a dark wet spot there. Seven then looked back at Tom and said,’ I need you to help me!’ With that she got up and forced Tom. Often playing the game would end up with her telling me all out her encounter with the guy and after I while I realized that was the true purpose of the game. It was an excuse for her to tell me about her wild fuck sessions with all these different guys. Other times when she brought a guy home it became a regular morning-after ritual for her to tell me all about what they'd done the night before - as if I hadn't been listening to them and beating off the whole time. I eventually asked her why.