She tasted of blood and cum and old stone. She liked it, butshe was craving more.[More. Give it to me. Take it from me.]"Shut up." She growled to drow...n out the voice, sounding more like arabid dog than the innocent young woman she'd been less than an hourago. That's when she noticed that her blood and cum were no longerbeing absorbed by the gargoyle. Instead, they were defying gravity byrunning up and over its head, before dripping down its face.When she looked down and saw where the stream. It attaches to your soul and spreads like a disease. Nymphomaniacs, sex addicts, they are infected with it. Of course, these are lesser, sometimes controllable forms of the demon.’ Madam G looked directly into my eyes and held me there. ‘What you have inside of you…’
 ‘How do you…’ I began, but Madam G cut me off. Her eyebrows squished together like touching wisps of clouds as her forehead furrowed. Her gaze bore through me. ‘… is a seed, planted. A seed that grows from one thing and one. As I went out the door I called back over my shoulder, "Don't wait up for me it might be 12 before I get in!" Before I got off the front steps my mother was at the door "Marca no later than 11:30 you hear me young lady." She winked at me knowing dad standing behind her still in shock. This was my real first date his name was Danny Martin, over the years Dan and I would be come good friends, he and I had a lot of sex together for the next 5 years, if there was anyone. Do you have a preference?"I was almost about to cum and was trying to decide whether to tell her or just let it happen."I don't know that much about wines but I know I'm just about there," I groaned as arcs of cum went spurting up as I slid my hand up and down gripping tightly."Oh, my, you are certainly healthy, Ryan. That's quite a display. I guess I'll leave you to clean up," she said as she picked up the box of tissues from the dresser and handed it to me. "We can talk about the wine later,".