“Understandable.”“Uhm, Shawn...”Shawna laughed. “You’re a beautiful young woman. And brilliant on top of that. Of course I’m attracted t... you. But I don’t get any vibe that you’re interested in me, or any woman.”“I’m not.”“How is that going to work? Joe is inextricably attached to his soulmates.”“They’re the exceptions.”“Essie?”“I’m not pretending, Shawn. I love them almost as much as I love Joe. My attraction ... I’d fantasized about them, but I was still worried. Turns out they turn me on,. Since then, our sex life is my wife fucking herself with a large (8” x 2 1/4”) dildo and an eroscillator on her clit..It is understood that my role is to assist her as she gets the satisfaction she needs from her large sex toys. While she gets completely undressed, my boxer briefs remain on…I lay beside her, my arm wrapped around her, holding her tight, my other hand caressing her tits or pulling her leg back, spreading them open, and holding them up in the air…My entire focus is on her. About the same time I started getting those problematic erections, the two of them started having something like panic attacks, usually at the same time. Their breathing would speed up, their faces flushing, and they would start to clench up their whole bodies. They would either hit the shower or go lie down back in the girls-only rear of the boat whenever it happened, and neither was willing to talk about it or subject themselves to the automeds for help. Mom was especially afflicted, and I. I thought it may help. As soon as the bus left Solapur I was pretending that I am sleeping. But this time my ass poking out. So that even a slim man can’t lie beside me in that box, forget about this Sardarji. I don’t know why I was imagining my wife sleeping nude with her ass poking out to the Sardarji.Still in my imagining Sardarji was dressed. I knew from my college gossiping with friends that Sardars fuck their wife in the ass. So I knew there were good chances that my ass get the job. I.