My dear wife was very patient, not rushing me for an answer.Finally I broke the kiss and sighed. "Seriously Abigail, I feel so blessed, having you and...Michal and Shephatiah as my wives. Search your feelings Abigail. You know my heart. I am perfectly content and satisfied with holding and petting you all, one wife at a time."Abby gave me a mischievous smile. "And yet..." she prodded.I smiled back and then blushed. "Yes. It's an idle fantasy..."Abby nodded thoughtfully. "Group sex would probably. Hah. That was the problem, Piccolo didn't have a gender. It was hisown ideas of him being male that were in the way. Her behavior atschool had been about the way he would assume Piccolo would have acted.No big changes. Then, there was him hormones, his instincts telling him thatPiccolo was definitely female, in no uncertain terms. Man, life was complicated; but those thoughts were for later.What he worried about right now was understanding why the hell theperson that he loved had tried to kill. “No it’s just nerves I want this. Please.” Several minutes later with the ragged blanket tucked under his arm. Mark held out his hand to me, a question in his eyes. The first step took my breath from me but the next was so much lighter, my decision made my nerves morphed into a heady mixture of sexual tension and anticipation. Coming to a small clearing Mark stomped around making sure any critters would be well aware of our presence then he spread the blanket out on a lush patch of grass and. It was surgically implanted in the girl’s cervix wall. It could be remote controlled via bluetooth from a smartphone. While the first generation only reported unlawful orgasms to the „authorities“ the following generations had a much more perverted feature: If the feature was activated the sensor could trigger a small explosive charge. Hence the name „Cuntbuster“. The explosion would ripp the poor girl’s vagina apart. Not strong enough to kill her instantly, but strong enough to cause severe.