I knew more than they did – when I woke, my emotions about nearly everything were gone – no anger, sorrow, nothing. At first I thought I was still...in “trigger mode”, that place an operator goes mentally to suppress emotion, rely on reflex and training, and survive. But it wouldn’t turn off.Empathy for nearly everyone and everything had evaporated. I couldn’t identify with them at all. Only my children seemed to bring out any feelings. Compared to the dead grey space all around me, the children. We were in a local pool after hours so in boxers, undies, and bras. We jumped in the car to leave and my buddy was laughing how tight his undies were on his body now and it outlined his cock. My wife, in her wet bra and panties, reaches over and says "put that away." She grabbed him and the way she handled it was over the top. We all just got silent and she started to stroke him over his underwear. He leaned back as his penis began to grow, she just continued to vigorously shake his cock. I. I had to be on my knees on the floor, my mouth open and tongue out ready and waiting for him. My tits were to be exposed and I was to be naked or dressed in a sexy outfit for him. I was ready, waiting, getting more excited and wet as each second passed. My body was aching for his touch. My heart was pounding hard in my chest as his car pulled into the driveway. I stirred in my spot on the floor, trying to be careful not to mess up my pose or my outfit. His footsteps growing closer and closer,. I gasped, completely mesmerised. It was long – six or seven inches, and thick. It stood up, leaning to the left a little. The end was thicker with a kind of rim about an inch down. I could see a scattering of purple veins across it. Above was a sprinkling of brown curly hair and below hung a small hairy sack, his testicals. I never knew a penis was so beautiful! Cautiously I reached out and touched it with my fingertips. It was warm and smoother than I’d expected. Scott grabbed my hand and.