It was low and growly, but with a bit of pep.Hmm. Julia looked up. Oh. The voice was a he. Of course it was. Oh, and the voice had a nice smile.She re...turned the smile.Julia looked from his face to his shopping cart (because judging the contents of others’ shopping carts is of course what one does in a grocery store). Organic crackers. Pasta. Cereal. Milk. La Croix. Toilet paper. A bottle of grocery store boxed wine. Classy, thrifty, cute.Julia looked over at her own shopping cart (because. She stood up and pressed her lips to his, kissing him while depositing some of her own spit into his mouth.He spat it out immediately. “What are you doing?”“It’s not so fun when it’s not your own spit, is it?” she asked.“I guess not.” His cheeks were turning red.“Wait, did you like that?” she was taken aback.“Not the spit… well I didn’t actually mind the spit. I just…” before he could continue through his muddled explanation, she kissed him again. He responded in kind. At first it was just. She got her favorite dildo, the one with the rotating head, and got in bed. The dildo entered her sopping wet pussy with ease and within minutes she had her first orgasm. She kept the dildo her in her in search of another orgasm As it moved around in her she had visions of Doug’s big cock. Allison orgasmed a second time and she elected to stay in her bedroom until she was sure that Doug, Kyle and Stevie had left. She planned to discuss her observations with Blake and Claire that evening. . You can define "nymphomaniac" anyway you want to; for my purposes it's a female who is constantly thinking of sex and who wants to be fucked or to be sucking a cock all the time -- and that pretty well describes Karen. She'd already had her virginity willingly taken by her stepfather and she found herself in a situation where he wasn't fucking her because they'd nearly gotten caught in bed one morning when her mother had unexpectedly returned to the house instead of being at work. Karen was not.