) I could tell that what had made the women truly human was now gone from them; when I looked into their glamorous faces, I sensed none of the emotion...l complexity of a human female; now there was only that ruthless hunger for sex at any cost - a cold nymphomania that would drive them to spread their legs without compassion or discretion. I knew that each of the twelve would committ any deceit, break any vow, for the chance to impregnate themselves upon my cock."MYTILINI! MYTILINI!" what did. “Did that old bald-headed pervert fuck you again, Sweet Muffin?” “Of course he did, Daddy. You know he always does. He says I’m two months along. And I don’t need to wear that old dia-fram thingie any more. God, I hate that thing.” “I know, Sweet Muffin, but it was the only way to insure that just my sperm got to your eggs. Now you run upstairs and give the news to Elda. Me and the Rev have to get it up again and do another shoot with his daughters. Say, we’re doing this shoot for a new rag we. The flicking of her tongue over my clit was almost unbearable, and she seemed to sense that and moved down further to slide her tongue into my wet and waiting hole. I pushed up against her face trying to bury her tongue deep inside me. She found the "g" spot, and began to lick it, pulling her tongue out each time and then sliding it back in. She flicked her tongue against that spot until I began to feel the familiar muscle spasms the meant I was going to come. she could feel the spasms of my. By the time a couple years went by there were men now openly masturbating those who would sit next to them but I was too shy for that so I just watched and took care of myself. By now I had divorced and remarried and still going to the theater when I discovered the Paris theater on Summer Ave. There I witnessed occasionally a man would bring his wife or girlfriend along, which planted a seed in my mind, could I convince my wife to join. That came to fruition on a vacation to Biloxi, Miss where.