It was about then when my husband came in and joined us. Without as much fanfare he stripped down and entered the adjoining shower. The four of our ey...s were upon him as he soaped up his manly body, each time he paid attention to his member it grew evermore bigger. Hidden by the bubbles I worked my nipples longing for his hard cock yet I knew there was no hurry and to not make waste of the wonderful thing I had in hand. I ground on Jane’s foot as I watched my husband stroke his cock coming to. You blush. He stops, lifting his hands and you hope that he will undo you, but to your chagrin he lifts the vibrator from the table. You panic. He smiles. Again. Buzzzz. He runs it along the skin of your tummy. Mmm. Downward along the inside of your hip, then your inner thigh. You clench as tight as you can. Bracing for it. Your pussy is dripping now and it's not urine. He places the vibrator right next to your lips, you start to squirm in excitement now. 'No! I must not! Stop!' The vibrator. Early experimentation in this field has attractedconsiderable ethical debate. As one of the chief proponents of the concept, Dr Stuart Waring, of the Universityof Central England , is exploring the implications of soft-cybernetics throughthe use of a series of ?thought-experiments? which examine the consequencesof cybernetic intervention to adjust the behaviours of biological organisms.These thought-experiments alone have given rise to serious objections froma wide range of groups concerned. I was in the living room chilling when they came back in wrapped in towels. They said they were going upstairs and going to clean up, take a shower, and dry off. I said I'd be just hanging out in the living room.I have no fucking idea why I did it. I really don't know. But figuring I had at least forty-five minutes to an hour, as fucking horny as I was, I didn't want to wait. The girls went upstairs, and I immediately got on my computer in the corner of the living room. I pulled up some sexy.