Feel everything. All that input is one of the major reasons the General's pilots went nuts when they tried to fly the Ship. The Ship says that only Ar...ene and I can be fully immersed in her brain. According to her, it's usually just a Prime that can do it, but it turns out that Arlene can do it almost as well. For everyone else who sits in one of those command chairs, the Ship has learned to tone down the input and only allow the person to 'touch' a small portion of her mind. Our daughter is. Sam moaned as she sank on to it. Missy didn't know what to think of the situation. Was it a dream, or real? Whatever it was, she couldn't make heads or tail of it. "Good girl. Now, move back and forth on it," she said and Missy started moving slowly."Oh yeah. Look me in the eyes," she said and Missy looked up at her, seeing the grin on her face. "Now, get ready," she said and Missy wondered what she meant.Soon enough, she found out as Sam grabbed the back of her head and started making her go. She left the thong on. He sucked her boobs while she politely finished him off with a hand job before he left. Following that party, I began to notice differences in my wife, good differences. She began to trim her bush neatly, just enough for a tickle. She wanted sex more, and began experimenting with different positions. To my surprise she even tried anal one evening while she was on the computer. I was elated needless to say, and thought the whole thing was healthy for our sex life. It got. ”“Absolutely! I’ll see you in 20 minutes then!”I slid the door shut but Lisa motioned for me to reopen it. “I may be busy with some stuff. I’ll keep my back door unlocked. You can just walk into my kitchen and set it on the counter, will you?” “Sure thing, Lisa.”“Oh, shoot, what’s your name again?”“It’s Brian.”“See you soon, Brian.”I ran over to my laundry room closet and threw my dirty clothes into the washer. Naked, I cleaned off the couch and ran upstairs. I nervously laughed in the shower.