Much to his concern, John was thrilled with this idea, anotherultimatum in his head informing him that he was addicted to sex--anymphomaniac. With thi... struggle between John's rational and 'subconscious'minds, he passed out.When he awoke, he was in a room with a bed and he was nude. He knew who hewas, but could not control his body, as 'rational' John had lost. So whenthere came a knock on the door, John lay seductively on the bed rather thanlooking for an escape route. The man that entered. Sian and Malcolm came over to join us, and we made our way to the back door, negotiating the odd puddle of spilled beer and a couple of broken glasses on our way. The steps down to the road were a little more difficult to manage; there were a few puddles of vomit, and several groups of people sitting together while the fresh air cleared their heads.There would be some suffering in the morning - it looked to me as if many of the freshers had never had a hangover, or certainly nothing to match. The old cock came to life and firmed up, filling my mouth with old cock. I could hardly breath as it was and when his cock got hard I was truly chocking on his old member. My eyes were bucking wide and I tried to push his thighs away from my face when he suddenly pulled his well slick cock from my mouth. 'I know you got a good tight ass hole and I want some more of that boi pussy now. No body can hear us in here and nobody can come in here, now either you get out those clothes or I will take. It was a place of ruins and supposedly great epicenter of spiritual activity.The ride was a relatively smooth one. The crisp air was refreshing, the breeze comforting. Laylah gently laid her head on David's back and closed her eyes a moment. Thinking of how long it took her to get where she was, she let out a sigh. She was content.David turned from the main route on to a gravel road. This shook Laylah from her serene moment. She sat up straight and looked around her. The road was kicking back a.