It's pretty." It changed colors continuously."Do you want me to show you?" He asked."I would love to see what it does." I replied. "Remove your clothe... and lie on the mattress." Without hesitating we both removed our pajama suits and then I lied on the bed with my arms on my head, relaxed. My glasses were in the dormitory."Do you want to tickle me? I'll do anything you tell me," I said. "Just close your eyes." I closed them as I felt him come towards me. "Vibrato," he whispered. Then I felt the. I could smell thealcohol on her breath. I recovered enough to try to get off the bed, butshe shot her hand into my groin and squeezed my balls. I gave upphysically resisting as I watched her strap on her largest dildo. I stillremember pleading with her. I whispered, "Please don't. Please don't"over and over. It did no good. She turned me over on my stomach and rapedme. She screamed in ecstasy, and continued to ram me for what seemed likean eternity."Stevie was speechless. Greggie told the story. Her stomach growled. That she understood.In both scholarly and aficionadol circles almost every significant point about Kort is subject to vitriolic debate. Everyone at least agrees that she wielded a blue sharpie most of her waking hours. She wrote songs, poems, stories, slogans and doggerel. When she wasn’t writing, she graffitied: everything from amorous aardvarks to pompous politicos to zoomorphic Zambonis.The beginning of her obsession was known only by her, and she never talked. The truth. Thin crop top or t-shirt combined with tiny running shorts or skirt were all a size too small for her body. The increased sex drives in combination of much shorten recovery time for both of them meant they had sex everywhere and all the time. Chris had decreased his recovery time to about an hour for practical reason and increased his sperm production to keep up with the constant sex. He had modified his wife body to match this pace so her pussy would be wet at all time, and would not get sore.