The more times in one night I can fulfill my hunger for release, the smaller the ravenous monster of desire comes back, taking longer to grow until it...devours me in another partner, but he always comes back. Is this not the definition of addiction? Enter the man child, stage left. For storytelling purposes, let’s call him Guy, though I am certain he will be able to identify himself, should he ever stumble upon this. Guy is a tattoo artist. This is only significant because this is how we met.. Bending, I put my nose to my husband's dick, again no clue. Turning my head I looked into Harry”s still smirking face; whatever had occurred, he hadn’t minded one tiny bit.The tip of my tongue lapped the underside of the taut skin of the glans and immediately the familiar saltiness of Harry's seed spread over the taste receptors. My tongue removed all traces of the seed taking care to leave for particular examination the substance that coated the length down to his smooth pubes.As Harry's. As I walked up behind you, my footsteps were loud enough to alert you tomy presence. Without turning you asked me to help you look for an earing you had dropped. My curiousity over what it was you hunted was now quenched and my attention was now firmly on my hard cock and your beautiful ass and pussy. Without saying a word I placed my hand on your right ass cheek. I slowlycarressed it and travelled it down between your legs and gently rubbed your panty covered pussy. You responded casually by. My thirteen-year-old sister Tina was sitting on my hips. She was naked and my cock was up inside her. She was raping me but I didn’t care. I had been waking up with an erection every morning for several months. Dreaming of Tina was the reason for my erections in the first place.Ever since her birthday she has done everything that she could to get me sexually excited. It always worked but Dad had warned me many times to leave my sister alone. He said that if I touched her…that he would kill.