One girl, her skin was the color of toffee, was bent over my chest, bathing me roughly with a sponge. She had on nothing but a cheap white sweater tha... was easily two sizes too small. I watched her breasts move under the fabric, her dark nipples visible through the weave of the knit, and I felt something stir inside of me. My old lust, my male lust. Something remained of that at least. But where was my penis? What was I feeling? I pushed the women away and sat up, the bl**d rushing to my head.. We had both slept naked and I could see that she must have been having a good dream as her nipples were hard and her hips were moving against my legs. The feeling of her pussy slowly grinding against my leg was having an effect on me to, and I saw my cock lengthen and harden before me. I reached down and gently ran the tips of my fingers over her breasts and watched as she tensed slightly and softly moaned. Very slowly and carefully I moved down her body and run my tongue in small circles. "Cal, it probably is not necessary for Cheryl to be hospitalized, even at the clinic. I would say that her biggest risk now is pregnancy or STD's. Do you know if she is on contraceptive pills?" Cal nodded. "I can arrange for all of the pertinent blood tests and draw blood right here." What about a rape kit?" Ah. You know something of police procedure," Dr. Warren observed. "I am an OB/Gyn. I can do all of the required swabs and samples right here." And you're willing to do this on New Year's. All three of them seemed to enjoy that ritual as well because it got them horny making their nipples become rigid and their pussies wet and ready for penetration by my hot rod or for masturbating themselves or having someone do it for them. Sometimes Mindy and her girls would invite couples and single male and female friends over to enjoy an evening of playing a game we called “Grapple”. We made up the following rules for this game: [1] Grapple has to be played at night. [2] Window shades must.