"I guess so," he said."I want to feel your hands on me again." I think you're turning into a nymphomaniac," said Bob, smiling."Would you rather I stut...er ... or be a nymphomaniac?"Bob thought about it for a few seconds. "Guess you got me there," he admitted.He knew she was enjoying herself when she passed by the motel and kept going while he fondled her breasts and rolled her stiff nipples between his fingers. All she did was go around a couple of blocks, though, before parking in front of. Did some vigorous diddling of the little ol’ button. Man, it goes fast if you put the right face to the fantasy.Thursday after school I jumped into the car, hustled home, dropped off Jess, then caught Bob standing in the carport with two bags, mine and his.Destination? Southwest of Houston to look at a nasty ol’ yellow airplane.And I was going to be sleeping in the same room as he was.“You’re in a good mood, Carlie,” he said.“Always in a good mood around you, Bob. Ever since I found out you. " he started saying, but I shook my head."Just check her out," I whispered. "She's kind of a nymphomaniac." Is she?" Dr. Yes blinked his dark eyes. "Diagnosed?" Uhhh..." I shrugged."Is she getting treatment for her condition?" What are you guys talking about?" Marcia wondered with an impatient giggle, spreading her legs slightly and I could see her pussy already moist. She even looked a little smaller down there, her vulva not quite as fat and puffy as I remembered."She's asking for treatment,". Once there, she was led to a processing room and besides being inhand cuffs and leg irons, everything else was pretty mundane. A young womenitemized her jewelry and gave her a receipt. Two young men than entered theroom. Susan, the judge that handed down your sentence and suggested that youspend some time with us here at the medical facility has recommended that as part of your punishment you give up all of your rights. Now unfortunatelyfor you that means everything. The judge especially is.