Across the aisle I spotted a cute guy. He was skinny with pretty white skin and curly brown hair. He was wearing a UCLA sweatshirt. Before I dosed off...I smiled at him, and I think I might have blown him a kiss. My mind was so fucked up, who knows. The chairs were all in a circle. It was some kind of 12 step meeting for sex addicts. One by one the people shared their story. This one gal got up. Her name was Ginger I think. ‘Hi, Ginger.’ everyone chorused. She started talking about how she was. I moved my dick inside her to relish the newfound sensation of heat and slickness surrounding my cock. I don’t think my cock ever shrank a quarter of an inch. I began with little thrusts and soon I was fucking her as before, already chasing after another orgasm. The feel of her pussy had changed. It was now super-lubricated and slick but at the same time it maintained it’s tightness. I felt like I was fucking like a real man now, I started going in and out of her hard and fast, pressing. My legs spread for him and I grabbed his back to bring him close. He kissed down my body so he could suck on my tits. He was very gentle and soft as he sucked them, sending shocks of sensation down my body to my groin. As he did this, he was pulling my bottoms off, again the first man to see me naked besides my husband since the wedding. Once my bottoms were off, he kissed down my mutilated tummy until he reached my cleanly shaven pussy. It was electric the first time his tongue squirmed. “I left a hot date cooling his heels at the dance club. What do we have?”“Someone or some ones decided to practice their slice and dice skills on this guy,” Colwell replied. “The body has more knife wounds than I’ve ever seen. There are at least three major horizontal cuts that I can see and at least two vertical ones. In addition his throat has been cut. It looks like the cut goes all the way to his spine; almost cut his head off. I’ll know more after I get him on my table.”Colwell took.