“License and Registration, please,” he asked, his voice deep and full of authority. For the first time Erin got a good look at his face. He was no... as old as he had first appeared to be, his face was hard set with chiseled features, but there was a boyish quality to it. He can’t be more than 20, thought Erin gleefully, I love younger men! The officer, partially as a safety measure, but mostly to see the woman’s breasts a bit better, did not reach into the car for the registration, but instead. She continued to sit on her desk, trying to figure out just what the hell he was talking about. Lack of energy, huh? Tired. Seems like he's suddenly thinking about girls a lot, or maybe too much. Perhaps he's taking some pills to boost his energy that are having the side effect of boosting his libido. That would explain things.Yesterday AND today I noticed him coming into class like he had a tree trunk stuck between his legs. Definitely an uncontrollable, raging hard-on. I'm thinking he must. Shell had stated she had no needs, she had it all and had a good life. Ryan questioned this. But she keep her thoughts to herself.Ryan was an out of work looking for a job in her field space. Shell was golfing and socializing with her "own" kind. Ryan also wrote short stories. She was not a professional. As Ryan never took a writing class in her life. She just enjoyed writing her thoughts down. Sort of like a journal. Ryan was currently writing a story about a fantasy of her desires. Shell was. I fondled her tits, kissing her neck. "I am fucking you remember! I will cum when I want to! I turned her around so my back was now under the shower spray. I pushed Kelly up against the side of the shower. She grabbed my cock and started stroking it. "I wanna suck your cock, I wanna taste all your cum in my mouth." My sister began to drop to her knees; I quickly put my arms under her armpits and pulled her back up. As much as I wanted to have my sister suck my cock, I wanted to see my cum.