After setting our bags in the house, he took me into his garage to see the Linotype machine. To say that it was impressive would be an understatement....It was the most amazing collection of gears, cams, tracks, motors and other parts that I had ever seen. It was a very large and heavy machine."How are we ever going to move this?" I asked in amazement."I still have all of the wooden boxes that we used to move it here. All we have to do is disassemble it, box it, and then ship it to Statesboro,". Laura and I stayed out the room while it all happened, but the thing that cracked us up was hearing Mom say, "My God, is that for real?" And the upshot of that session was that Mom and Dad made a new friend, Richie, and Mom learned that when a supergiant stuffed his cock inside her, it hurt. She wasn't devoid of sensation. Dad's cock just wasn't long enough to press against those pain nerves, and they ended up thinking that this was a good thing. So we ended up with a sexually functioning Mom. His rhythm dictated Diana’s pleasure symphony, and I got to sit there and take it all in. I became an audience member in that moment, and stopped thrusting my hips. I sat perfectly still and let the eroticism of the moment wash over me.A tingle started to form somewhere in the back of my head. It spread through my body like wildfire as I could feel Orgasm approach.“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” I said with more urgency than I had anticipated. Diana didn’t slow down or even seem to hear me. I. I bit my lip. I technically could get by without checking in until noon. If it was past seven then there were at least twelve supervisors on the floor by now, and all of them were senior agents that I’d promoted and personally trained. They’d be able to hold the fort down.“Don’t make me say it again.”He lifted the covers and I crawled back in. He was a real psycho. What kind of a person could hold a conversation in their sleep? It made me think about every single doctor’s appointment I’d ever.