"What to do on a date?"At least, this got some better results, and I actually jotted down some of the suggestions.Lastly, I searched on. "How to have ...ex?"Holy crap! The number of websites and information blew my mind. So many websites showing explicit graphical instructions, my tiny brain couldn't comprehend it all.All this was new to me, and in my search for sexual knowledge and dealing with a massive boner that I had no clue what to do with, mind you. I didn't realize it was almost dawn.. Blushing, she pulled her hat over her face and called me a "Pervert!' But she didn't stop me and I continued to oil her up. It was obvious that she was intrigued because as I stroked her breasts the nipples stood up harder and longer and her legs separated slightly. Eventually she commented that her breasts were probably well protected so I continued down her belly and onto her thighs and legs. Working back up her inner thighs, I suggested she remove her suit completely -- there were a variety. "Jim seemed to become a bit cockier. He did console me slightly for what happened. I guess if you call him saying "tough break" as an act of consolation. He never really apologized. I at least expected him or my wife to do that. I just thought it would be a good gesture.As the k**s grew, they began to call Jim "Uncle Jim". Over time, I settled in as the true doting father. The k**s grew on me, and Jim and my wife grew closer. She became his main source of sexual pleasure.The members of. .. the perfect couple.* It calculated silently into my mind. *As for not wanting, we have ways around that.*We both watched as he removed a sphere and broke it open allowing a white gas to enter the room with us. Slowly he backed out of the room and disappeared into our wall. I looked over at Keith and we both stepped away from the perfumed gas."What is it?" I asked Keith."I don't have a clue, but I don't want anything to do with it!" He said with a horrifying look on his face as he backed away.