." I urged her on."Nick two people with type O blood like us cannot create a blood type A, like Tony."I released Gina's hand from across the table.Gin...a started talking faster. "In certain types of autoimmune disease conditions, a blood type can change."I started to panic. "Gina is something wrong with our son Tony?"Gina relaxed a little. "No Tony is fine, I had a full work-up done on his blood. I do have a little pull after all these years at the hospital."That was true, Gina was a Nurse. .. I started to open the front of her dress, she was wearing a nice black bra and I pushed her bra upwards. Her tits came out, which I attacked with my mouth and hand. "Ohww.. yess..... feel me..! Taste me...! She put her hands on my knees and leaned back, pushing her tits forward. "OOOhhwmmmmm.... this.. is... sooo... gooood...!" I grabbed the hem of her skirt and started to pull it up. She pushed her arms in the air to help me git rid of her dress. I pulled it over her head and removed her. So sure, I couldn't just look at a girl andforce her to strip, but give me thirty minutes and a full bar, and I'dhave a pack of eager strippers dancing around the room.Or, as it happened today, a full frat house. More specifically, I hadinfused the house and the surrounding block with four distinctsuggestions:One: They HAD to be at this party. No matter how much evidence to thecontrary, the knew that sooner or later this was going to turn into anabsolutely wild party, the best they'd ever. She was in a seventh heaven of pure excitement. Ashley looked like a full on sexual robot with no emotion except ultimate desire. The muscles on her arms flexed as it extended down into his shorts."Come on Ben. Tell us." Ashley asked her young boy."I…I…" Ben stuttered."Have you ever wanted to see us in the buff?" Mrs. Darien asked again. Her wrist was getting sore from his waistband digging into her skin. However she did not relent. She continued to squeeze and shake his cock between her.