Katie's first night at the psych ward was no one could forget, especially not Christian. As he got up to go to the washroom he saw Katie topless strutting down the hall with nurses and patients trying to talk her down. Before too long, she was wearing two pillowcases and a curtain as a skirt and doing handstands in the dining room. He scanned her body with the thirst of a wild animal watching its prey. There was something so primal about the sudden urges he was experiencing. He could so easily imagine his face between her legs, gasping for breath, nearly suffocating himself inside her labia.
She meekly blushed every time he looked her way. She would steal glances at him frequently and whenever caught quickly look down. He wanted to take full advantage of her curiosity for him, so he indulged in her games for a while.
The next night, she is having a particularly fun time stuffing copious amounts of bread in a cup.
"What is the meaning of this?" he asks completely bewildered. "It's the leaning tower of bread!" Wow, she really is a quack he thinks to himself. He chuckles as she continues maniacally laughing in her sexily unhinged way. She continues soaking up attention for her beyond odd behaviour just as he wishes to soak her young fertile womb in his ejaculate. She was at least 30 years younger than him and he hated how much that fact turned him on. There was also something incredibly hot about her instability. She would be absolutely wild in bed he thought.
Somehow, they end up in a game of Scrabble together. She strokes her hair nervously as I set up the pieces. For a second our fingers touch as she tries to help and it jolts my aging nervous system. She bites her lip and his cock stiffens slightly thinking about her lips and fingers around it, stroking up and down, slowly but firmly. Her looks were irresistible. She had amazing full lips, huge tits, and bright blue innocent eyes which felt like they could see into him and knew his deepest desires.
"Okay, let's draw pieces to see who goes first," he initiates quickly to not come off as a weirdo.
They both draw pieces and Katie wins. "Hell yes!" she exclaims in her manic way. "I'm going to beat you," she assures him with a flirty smirk.
"I wouldn't be so sure," he says unable to wipe off a smile forming on his face. He always loved when girls were competitive, it was so cute.
After several turns with long pauses they get to talking.
"What were your parents like? It always comes back to that, doesn't it?" she innocently inquires.
"They're both dead now. My mom died when I was three. I think my dad was a sadist." he admits. Maybe the latter explains his sadistic tastes in the bedroom.
"Fuck, I'm really sorry," she says shocked.
"What are yours like?" he asks.
