Her confusion by this whole mess turned to fear. "Don't you think it'shot when a girl is forced to orgasm against her will?"Her face flushed as she no...ded."And why is that?"She squeaked, "I just love how they squirm and try to suppress it butcan't. And even though they bite their lips and muffle their moans theyalways end up succumbing to their horny nature." She blushed even deeperand looked away.The man's jaw dropped. He could tell this was real. She was actuallybeing turned on by talking. She tossed a Michael Kors "Skorpio" satchel handbag into the car, not caring if she scuffed either the bag or the car's upholstery. "Back soon, darling" she called to Norman before peering momentarily over seasonally unnecessary sunglasses at Freddie and sliding into the car in a movement that seemed like she was pouring her legs into the foot well.A spatter of gravel hit the wall of the Hall as she sped off. Freddie winced at the clunk as she crossed the cattle grid. Ferraris weren't designed. "You need to wash it... with soap and water..." Show me?" the Redhead said.The Brunette stepped back out of the way, and the Redhead, her hand still touching the Printer between his legs, backed into the washroom. Her hand was like a magnet, his cloth-covered cock like iron, and he followed.Head spinning, cock straining, guided by his libido and certainly not by lucid thought, the Printer stood beside the Redhead in the washroom and turned on the tap. He put his hand under the running water,. I return the favor on your now flaccid tool, and we snuggle together and pull the covers over our bodies."Good night, my lovely Jenny," I whisper. "Thank you for the most amazing day of my life."Sleep sweet, Monique," you respond. "I'll see you in my dreams."Our lips meet in a tender kiss and we drift off the sleep.I awaken to the sound of the K cup machine brewing a fresh cup of coffee. I reach for you only to find your side of the bed empty. "Jenny?" I call, tentatively."Good morning,.