”“Okay,” the MILF said.“Mmm, Georgia's just eager to get eaten out by a mommy,” I purred.“Yep!” the naughty girl said.My mom and I had c...rrupted that girl. I loved it. Georgia sat on the toilet and leaned back, her legs spread wide. Her black bush dripped in her juices. Mrs. Simmons fell to her knees before me. She leaned down and buried her face between the girl's thighs. Georgia gasped.I grinned at that MILF getting herself some hot poon.I dropped to my knees, my futa-cock bobbing. I stared. "I won't be successful because I'm not doing it!"Kaiba turned suddenly and pulled Jou well away from the group. "I rather like the idea. I can never have you in the flesh, but this appeals to both my monetary and sexual desires." Even behind the dark glasses, Jou could see the man leering."Speaking of, I thought you weren't leaving until you hurt me or something! What the hell is this sneaking out bullshit?" A moment of clarity. You are quite correct. One night with you would never satisfy me.. Better go in. Sorry he’s not in a better mood.” I looked at the secretary. She nodded her head toward the open door and I stepped up to it.“Come in. Come in! I don’t bite. I’m impressed with your paper on Manon. I’m actually anxious to hear what you have to say about it after you see the production.”“I can’t believe you actually read and remember my paper. There are at least two hundred people in that class,” I said.“Yes, and it’s only one class. Fortunately, Music Theory and Tenor Voice do not. What did I say?My voice was loud and brazen now I was in her body. Her vulgar turn ofphrase had become mine too. Did this mean I had inherited her tastesand needs too?I had never been a drinker. A glass of wine at the occasional Sundaylunch was my limit. Now I suddenly felt desperate. I was wired and edgy- I couldn't relax - and I knew a shot or two of Bacardi would help tocalm me down. That and a fag or two."Fuck me. I'm a smoker and an alkie!"I stood up.There was a mirror without a frame.