"Now, tell me," he ordered weakly and the colour that he had briefly had, was slowly fading to leave a grey complexion behind.The nurse looked across ...t Iris, who simply shrugged."You have been very ill, Mr Beaumont," the nurse told him calmly. "A virus that was poisoning your system ... you would have died had your cleaning lady not found you when she did." But you have managed to cure it?" he asked through half closed eyes, and Iris was aware that he was almost unconscious again."Yes, Mr. Yeah, as soon as he was done with work for that shift, she would be right on top of him. Literally, knowing Bonnie! She was a fucking nympho, not that the rest of us weren’t, too. Bonnie and Ryan had issues in their marriage, but she was still very much in love with the guy. Since they resolved their quarrels, and then contracted Schumacher Syndrome, well, she more than quadrupled her desire for her husband. Then again, everyone in our little tribe loved to fuck everyone else in it, and plenty. ........Clare:I feel a tingling between my thighs and it is obvious that Peter is very aroused as his huge bulge certainly was giving the game away. Our eyes made contact as he put his hand on my thigh and I think he was waiting for a yes or no response from me as it slid further up under my skirt until I could feel his fingers were now under my already wet panties and at my entrance. Just then a waitress came to clear our table and he hastily removed his hand which I could see was glistening. I’m holding my torso half-up, abs crunching, my head to the side as though averting my gaze. I know she likes the coyness of this. Then I rest my back, my chin up, the length of me exposed to her camera’s gaze, my bethonged crotch, my pierced bellybutton, my tits scooped skyward, the thrust of my chin all one mysterious line of desire, promising everything like a glamorous anonymous whore. Click click, click click. I hear the thud of a belt on the carpet, shoes kicked loose. His jeans hang.