How have you been? Fine thanks." I was prepared to go on, but she stopped me."Yeah yeah. Hi. NOW. What are you DOING after school?" Just going home to...a lot of nothing, why?" No you're not. You are coming to my house. We're going to try THIS." And she opened her backpack, showing me what was coiled on the bottom. It was an enormously long, pink, double-ended dildo. It looked like it was at least two feet long, but might have been 10 feet. I reached in to the backpack for it. And got my hand. She turned around and reached straight for the bulge in my pants and stroked it up and down several times, teasing as she danced. She then lowered herself to her knees and pressed her perfect 17 year old tits onto my now rock hard cock. She moved up and down on me, my cock enjoying being between her two humongous fleshy globes even if it was still restrained.Just then, and perhaps with perfect timing, though I didn’t think so at the time, her mother called for her. She abruptly stood up. Jenny and I had independently calculated how much fuel and air we would need for the trip and had come up with the same numbers. Actually, to save space, we planned to use pure oxygen at 5 psi for our breathable atmosphere, and we were going to use pure oxygen to burn our propane fuel. Setting up the valving was kind of tricky, but an expert from the gas supplier helped us work out and install what we needed for both the oxygen and the propane.We decided to use Emily V for our first trip to. My wife was now asleep and I sat up and looked down at her naked body; she always slept naked now. It wasn't just the sex, I rationalized, although fucking great, it was the control I had over her. I could make her do anything I wanted, at first she might baulk a bit but as time went on she just did it. When I had collated all that in my mind then it no longer matter if she fucked this guy or that, the point was she was doing it because I told her to.Things changed after that night, I still.