Their owner was another gorgeous young woman, of course, with long green hair and absolutely nothing on. The only difference was that her hair was a s...lightly paler shade of green. She smirked. ‘Hello, there.’ Her slender fingers crawled up his leg. ‘Comfortable now?’ ‘I…ah…’ He stared. Something was very wrong here. These were nymphs. Wicked nymphs. Nymphs who wanted to use him. Endlessly. Without escape. Making him scream. Giving him untold and unending pleasure. All he had to do was sit still. But he couldn't. He had to do all the housework that hadbeen left for him. His Aunt was in her room, dreaming contentedly, sofar as he knew. Eudora had left after the party, but made a point tosay that she would be back the next day and bringing someone with her.At last Alex had a coherent thought. There had been mentions of herbringing another young man to the house, one who was undergoing changeslike those being wrought on him.The women had treated him so differently last night. He felt. Anyway, I still live with my mother, my dad died when I was sixteen. For some reason I haven't been able to find a good job all my life so it helps me a lot to split costs with mom. But it sure cramps the old sex life living with her.I tend to go out bar hoping just to get away from my mom's prying. It allows me to mix with people my own age and make some kind of social life for myself.When I walked into the Driftwood Bar I had no idea what would happen. I just sat down at the bar and ordered a. Mom and I are single again. When are you coming back?Reece looked questioningly at his partner, Toni, who nodded affirmatively. “Um, hey you guys, we ... umm, we’re having a little get together at our place...”“It’s gonna be a great fucking party, guys,” Toni added, “and we’d love for you to come. We moved in last month and it’s a totally killer pad. We have three bedrooms and a huge living room on the second floor over on 12th Street. Tomorrow at say nineish?”And that was that.The following.