“Your...” I knew his mind was whirring. He was searching his memories for the polite word for the stuff he’d been choking on. I knew it was a ...emory he would not find. The only words I had the simulator program into the boy’s memory were idioms. He knew all the bad words for my stuff, but not one proper or polite word for it. Finally he said, “Your dick-stuff,” and I could see the hope in his eyes that I’d find his words acceptable. I didn’t change my expression or tone, but said to. All these made my wife beg me, not him as she was very shy "I need to get fucked, please put it in me"; I didn't fuck her as I was getting her ready for him, still he didn’t attempt to fuck her as we were not sure how my wife would react the next day as it was her first opening up. But I was surprised to suddenly find him on top of her in the missionary position with his cock hard and sticking out onto her pussy. She was moaning but didn’t spread her legs and during this time I was just lying. I ignored her. “When we shared the bed again, the second night, it happened again. More. You blew me.” I was now fully ready to yell to the world how disgusting I was. I turned to Molly. “You blew me, Molly. In your sleep. You don’t remember it, and I was too weak and too much of a monster to stop you.” My voice found this weird power to it, the kind of power you get when you know your world is already burning around you. I felt like I was going to pass out.“So I took it a step farther. I got. Hum gela tha to main kaha aunty aap us kamra me jakar badan poch lo nahi to thand lag jayage mena usko ek towal diya aur khud kapda change karna chala gaya me wapis aaya to maina dekh ke auntu badan poch chuki the uske gila kapda badan se chipak gai tha usne kaha ke mera paas koi kapda nahi hai mai bola ke aap mera kapda se kaam chalo maina apne room me gaya mera demag me sex chalna laga maina apna ek jesns nekala aur tshirt aunty ko diya aunty ne kaha ye kaya hai mei bola mera pass saadi to.