I stood up and dressed, then pecking Chris on the cheek left hurriedly. I sat in my car trying to make sense of my emotions; there was the normal Eliz...beth, the quiet academic prude. Then there was some zombie Liz whose conscious mind had no control of her actions. Beyond that, some sex addict Liz, that one was the worst. She craved sex, and like all addicts, just waited for the next fix. I felt that stirring in my crutch again and forced my mind to think of my next task, I must tell Pablo’s. “What’s this for?” Emma asked me.“Sit down.” I told her and she did. I gave her no explanation as I very quickly ripped off her pants and panties and started eating out her pussy right there. She moaned and whined as my tongue went up and down her pussy and around her clitoris and I sped up the process with my forefinger and thumb and she came in my mouth; squeezing her thighs against my head. The engine of the tractor pulled up and I dashed out to sit in the electric chair and dashed back. “They keep everything forever, you know,” she continued quietly. “All their old papers from Ireland, everything from the store ... I found their medical records. All our blood types were in there. Me and my mom, from the hospital when I was born, and my dad from his military papers.”“And were they the same as the types you had?”“The same,” she hissed.“It’s still not proof,” I said feebly, though this cross-decadal match suddenly narrowed the odds significantly.“Nothing is a hundred percent,”. She kissed me back just as hard, our tongues meeting and exploring each other’s mouths.We continued to kiss until I moved my mouth down her body, taking her nipple then her breast between my lips. The pounding and other noises from the other room finally stopped. Then the kissing and soft cooing sounds started.After the incredible orgasm I’d just had, I didn’t know when or if I’d be able to make love with Tanya again. But we could sure just enjoy each other. And enjoy we did. The twin-size bed.