That night I went to bed, jerking off to her.Next morning, I woke up earlier than everyone. My aunt would wake up in sometime and get ready for office...and I had to somehow use this time to make an opportunity for myself. So I unlocked the door and went out. I went to the side balcony where there was the bathroom ventilation.I climbed onto a bucket and saw that the ventilation had a velcro net and there were glass slabs inside. I removed the velcro and took off one of the slabs. Then I put back. She turned her head back in ecstasy. Her hair was becoming disheveled. She finally reached up and undid some bobby pins and her beautiful red hair cascaded over her. She had a powerful orgasm and then came a second time and a third. I was in heaven. My cock was on fire. My entire being was focused on my cock. It was the only part of my anatomy that mattered.She leaned forward and thrust a tit in my face "Suck, slave." I eagerly complied and she had another towering orgasm. Finally she screamed. We started testing our memory during first-breakfast, using a cookbook we found in the kitchen. We very quickly found out that sharing memory was now a piece of cake (actually, according to the page we were using, it was a "Beef Wellington", but you know what I mean). It was now as close to effortless as made no difference. I still needed to find out how functional it was, specifically, whether the minds who'd studied Algebra could understand Calculus, and vice versa. I had the perfect test up. " I know, Emery, but you know, not every boy has to play ball," she said. "Now, what would you like to do now?"I decided not to answer her just then, since I was afraid she'd get mad. I knew my mother was concerned over my lack of interest in doingtraditional boy activities, and the Little League enrollment was aneffort on her part to get me involved."What is it, honey?" she sensed I was troubled by her question."You'll get mad at me." No, just tell me. I'll understand what it is."What I.