"I don't know what you're talking about," she said.But she did. Looking at Frank, she felt a sense of ownership she couldn't quite place. And also an ...incredible sense of relief.Stella thought about beer: no craving at all. She felt giddy with inexplicable joy.She acted like she was joking. "Take good care of my soul, you."Frank smiled. "Right back at ya. I'll see you two around; I've got a few errands to run."Stella smiled at that. "Yeah, have fun at the bar." It slipped out accidentally; she. After about 5 mins or so she decided she wanted to take control and pushed me off and got on top of me and rode me pretty good as I took out her tits from her bra and sat up and buried myself inside those awesome suckers. I told her I wanted to grab that great ass of hers from behind and of course she said ok so we switched and I fucked her like that for a good 10-15 mins or so giving her a few orgasms. Finally I stopped and told her I wanted to cum so she laid back down as I grabbed my dick. While all obviously very different they each had at least one attribute that had immense appeal for me. Just their presence at this function indicated they and I had common attributes, their preference for a mature woman, their desire to participate in a group activity. Physically these guys ranged in age from one young man in his mid twenties to a mature gentleman around fifty; but most were in the mid thirties to mid forties range. Each was reasonably attractive in his own individual way,. " He stood up and took the child back to the crib and tucked her in. He pulled a teddy bear and a pacifier out of his pocket and gave it to her. She fell immediately asleep. He turned to Carol. "She's a wonderful little girl. You should be very proud." he finished. "Who the hell are you?" Carol asked. "And what are you doing in my house?" "My name is Mort." He answered walking back to the chair. Carol noticed that there were wings on the back of his tuxedo. Mort sat back down. "That doesn't.