Besides, I could give you a ride you'd never forget. I guarantee I'm the best piece of ass you'll ever have. I can get you to the moon and then take y...ou even higher."You'd like putting it in my ass. I'll suck you clean afterwards. I know moves you have never dreamed of. You ever stuck you hand up a cunt before? It's a trip. Leave the kid alone and I'll make you happy. Hell, I'll make you more than happy. I'll fuck you so hard you can't walk for a week."As Muffin followed Summers into the. Always I understood that I was becoming.He is becoming. Fuck, that time was good.We travelled the world and we were beautiful.We ate. We drank. We experienced. We filled ourselves with anything and everything we could find. It was all new. Experimenting and exploring. Our senses, insatiable. Attentions so pure. Sometimes we floated on top of them and sometimes they pulled us under as we immersed ourselves in another person or indulgence. Sometimes they were fleeting, our interest only needing a. Anyway, I told her that most men probably would not care at all what another female participant would look like at the prospect of a treesome, and I wondered if women felt that strongly about the size of the other guys dick.Then, I asked if she would feel weird at all at seeing her husband have sex with me."Absolutely not", is what she replied. In fact, she thought it might be a turn-on for her.She asked me what is was like, to be bisexual.For me, there is a big difference between being. What she knew, was she was very happy and lucky to have parents that she did and her life could not be any better. The only complain, if any, was this highly developed sex drive that she had even at that tender age. Always a very intelligent student she knew even at that age, that her condition was called nymphomania.But she would have choosen that nymphomania over the revelation she was hit with today, on her 17th birthday. The truth about her birth, about her past and about the destiny her.