He pushed in a little more. I felt every inch of that cock, and it felt good. "More, More!" I told him. He forced him a couple more inches. "All the w...y. I can take it." He thrust his cock deep in my pussy, all the way in. His balls hit my asshole, where the guy below was still licking it. I moaned so loud, I heard my mother moan too. She already had two cocks in her. I felt Omar's cock go all the way in my pussy, and pull all the way out. In and out. All the way in, and all the way out. He. When I was done soaping up, I looked around the shower and noticed the sex toys that we used to use on each other occasionally. I picked them all up and walked out of the shower, dripping wet, and put them in the waste basket. It was a small start, but significant to me.Stepping back into the shower, I closed the glass door again and soaped up again and rinsed. After drying off, I walked out into the bedroom and set the alarm clock for the morning and got into bed, nude, like I normally would. These functions are performed and maintained subconsciously, otherwise when we wake up every morning, our brains would have to go through an enormous 'startup' procedure to rediscover/recreate everything we think and know about ourselves and our life. The subconscious is VASTLY bigger, more capable, more complex, and more important than we're consciously aware! Too large to be wholly contained in our brain, which probably surprises you.Brains are FULL of all sorts of lower level functions, not. The man now talking to my wife was at least 55 years old, bald and about 25 pounds overweigh. I couldn't see any disappointment on Jean's face. I wondered if this was the guy she expected. I heard the guy say that his name was Harold and that he was there to measure the windows for the custom blinds we ordered. Jean took him around and showed him the windows on the first floor that had to be measured and told him when he finished those to let her know and she would show him the windows upstairs.