A beer bottle, coated in perspiration sat before him, like an obedient hound. His eyes flicked along the bar looking for a likely mark, someone who fi... the 'type' perfectly. It was the only way to make it work.He sighed in frustration. It was nearing midnight and he hadn't found the right kind of poor sap yet.He wanted it. Fuck. He needed it. The thrill. The rush. He loved finding the perfect mark. It wasn't anything perverse or sexual. It was just good, clean fun. The kind that left him with a. The remake made by the archeologist about frogs changing sex. It alsohappens in fish. Anyhow here is the story.I was in a lab working on the computer systems doing maintenance of thesoftware and the hard wars of one of the units. There was a new assistantworking in the lab carrying samples they were doing DNA work on frogs tosee if the ability to change gender could be used to change organs like aportion of the liver into a kidney. I was disconnecting the unit and I wason my knees in front of. I stood there naked, smoking , as he took a drink and then took a deep drag on his own cig. I didn’t say anything as I went down on my knees in front of him and began to unfasten his dirty jeans. He stood there and continued to smoke, looking down at me as if it was something that occurred regularly. His cock was stiff as I wrapped my lips around it and it grew more as I began to deep throat his musky pole. He had been out in the sun all morning and afternoon, so his pubic hair was soaked and. He grabbed her hard knowing somehow the long hair needed to be pulled. With her head pulled back by the tension he ran his tongue over her collar bone and kept her in a strange grasp just below her rib cage. She pushed back he fell inches from her allowing her to gaze at his 5 foot 10 body thick and heavy in tone. Watching her eyes he said thank you, slowly removing the forest green t-shirt that held back his breast plate. She fell to her knees as to worship, both hands molding his round.