My transformation into a horny slut was in progress.My euphoria didn’t last long. Soon, I found that I was not able to draw enough excitement from t...ose pictures. The effect was no longer as lasting as it was in the initial days. I started getting bored with the images. I wanted the stimulation that could linger on and on, even after shutting down the computer. My search finally ended with the sites displaying erotic stories.I found erotica very fascinating and straight away, I was hooked to. With a guide from the ministry of tourism, we went to see the Mauthausen-Gusen concentration camp that had been designated a National Memorial.As part of history classes and then as part of Marine training, (why we fight for freedom) I had said if I ever got anywhere near one of these memorials I would visit.The four hours we spent there were nowhere near enough. I could have spent days there with my interest in history. It was a tough experience; we had tears in our eyes more than once.To. It wasn't even a matter of wanting to or not. She had to do them. Her cunt was swollen and dripping with juice. Her nipples tingled. From all the touching Eddy had done, her flesh was ready for more... but from her own fingers this time."Oh, I'm gonna take these darned things off right now," she sighed, pulling up her dress and skinning down her underwear. The feeling of being naked across her crotch made the fever of pleasure burn bright, and with a sly grin, she then pulled her dress and bra. ” “When?” “Ohh… come on Bill… you were so wrapped up in looking at those pretty little quims you didn’t notice me as I passed by on the way to the kitchen… now admit it… you are thinking of Vicky’s cunt right now… aren’t you?”Alice was vigourously masturbating her husband’s cock now. “Ye… yes...” Bill swallowed “And your daughter’s?” “Yes.”“Yes what? ... I want you to say what you are thinking of...”“I… I am thinking of Vicky and… and Cathy’s cunts...”Bill was still unsure what was happening,.