Bobby stood up. He was erect again.“I’m not hungry anymore,” said Bobby, fisting his prick and masturbating it slowly.“You don’t play fair,�...� moaned Martha.She was just as wild in bed as before, and he stayed until six in the evening, dumping three more loads of his heavy spunk into her saturated pussy.She didn’t even put on panties, this time, and lay in the bed, looking well-fucked, as he dressed.“You’ll come back ... won’t you?” she asked.“I’ll get you pregnant for sure, if I do,” he. He was a balding middle-aged guy who seemed all right, but I had absolutely no idea what kind of woman he was into. If I went to him, it would be an enormous gamble and I'd probably end up as a bimbo fuck toy anyway.Mom had said that if I didn’t choose my own first, that my own hungers would choose for me. I could easily see this happening...could feel myself losing out to my needs. If I fought this for much longer then I wouldn't even care about what happened anymore. I'd go straight to Dean. The fat slob had been hitting on her for six months but she kept turning him down. Today he gave her an ultimatum sleep with him or find another job. So she had left. When she got home she was in tears and needed some comfort from her boyfriend. She didn’t expect to find him fucking the next-door neighbor in her bed. He had apologized profusely but she had just filled a bag with some clothes and left not caring where she ended up. Now here she was two states over in the middle of the night. Looking at my hands I saw what it was that got me. It was me. Or rather, it was my nails. They were about half an inch from my fingertips and painted a bright red. "What the hell?" I whispered in awe. My attention then turned to the throbbing in my cock again. Focusing my attention downward, I almost did a double take. Still fully erect to the point of a dull pain, my penis looked less than half it's usual size. I was freaking. Instinctively, I brushed the ... hair? out of my face as.