.. wrong) - and when she wasn't cleaning, she was cumming.The butt-plug seemed to amplify her sex-drive tenfold; she'd been easily worked-up lately, b...t with the butt-plug in, everything, everything reminded her of sex. Her TV remote immediately got her thinking about the cocks she'd sucked; the "submit" button on her email log-in made her wonder what it would be like to submit to a big, hulking man; even the act of plugging her iPhone in to charge reminded her how much she wanted to be. Little did I know how much in common I had with those people in that cave.Things had happened over those two weeks that I still feel I should have been a part of. First of all there was the matter of my dad and his... confusion of who he really was.As I found out from Kain later, my dad had been carrying Gladius senior's memories around with him since the day of Gladius's death in 1967. The fifty nine year old man had become very attached to my dad, and after breaking the news of my parental. For the next four months, there was no sign at all that she had been doing anything other than being a good wife. I say good but I should say great because she did everything humanly possible to make sure that all my needs were looked after. Life was wonderful.Gary had met a new woman. It happened so quickly that I wondered if something was happening before the separation. Sarah remained single. We continued to be good friends but not lovers. Once a week I met her for a coffee and she filled me. I used to go up to her dorm room, after she obtained a single, and we'd get funny looks when we came out (she was very noisy, and when she couldn't scream, she banged her fist on the wall or the car window.)She used to love to play up the shock value. There was a specific demographic that was very disapproving of seeing us together: middle-aged women. We would be waiting to be seated at a restaurant, and she would take my hand. The hostess' eyes would drop to our hands... and the blood would.