I really want to go sleep with Jake but I can’t overcome a slight sense of shame I feel about it. I want Jake to hold me all night, I want to feel h...s warmth and his breath on my neck but something tells me it’s wrong. I shouldn’t be feeling like this about a man, I’m a straight guy anyway, aren’t I? And Jake is my father. I shouldn’t be feeling like this about my father.After a few days, as we’re having dinner,"What's wrong? You almost didn't touch your food." Jack says."It's embarrassing… My. On the bed Bobby had already changed and was playing with her nipples. I sat on the edge of the bed, put my hand on her knee, and started stroking up and down her thigh. She spread her legs and I moved to the inside of her thing and brushed up against her pussy. She moved her hips in response so I cupped my hand over her pussy and began rubbing up and down.She was already wet. I began dipping my fingers between her lips and then moving up to rub her clit a few times before moving down again. It had three speeds and was three inches in diameter. This would certainly do the trick.“Now, slut, I hope you didn’t click on this if you don’t live in a suburban neighborhood. Maybe you’re a nasty housewife left at home all day. Does your husband know you’re letting another man call you his slut?” He grunted.I was not a suburban housewife, but for the moment I played the role and said aloud, “Yes, I’ve been a bad girl. I’m home alone and fucking my pretty cunt while my husband’s away. Oh baby. "You know you're not going to get anywhere doing what you're doing. It's not possible." ..." If you wish to be that way I will speak and you can ignore Me." it added with a sigh."I will explain a few things to you that seem to be beyond your current comprehension. First of all ... you are, at this very moment, unconscious. Second of all, I am in fact you. You are me and I am you and I am me and you are you." This little singsong verse by the disembodied voice made it laugh a short bark. "OK,.