“My name is Adrian Ashford, I am eighteen years old, and my birthday is July 5th, 1994,” he said out loud, coming across a scrap of his memory and...trying to stimulate his mind. He could remember personal information such as his identity and who he was, but no actual events. Adrian thought back to what he knew about the human brain, and while the information was there, the source of where he gained that information could not be found.“Interesting, my Limbic System seems to be functioning only. When Evelyn and I had first started dating, we'd spent several week ends in either Las Vegas or Laughlin. She loved playing the slots, and I enjoyed playing some low limit Twenty One. Hearing her mention Las Vegas had brought back some pleasant memories of times we'd shared back then.Thursday afternoon, Evelyn called me on the intra office phone line and asked me several questions pertaining to the project I was currently working on. I assured her that it was all very routine, and that I'd. ”Her voice trailed off as she felt the warmth of his member pressing against her thigh, fully erect now, as long and as thick are her forearm. It was leaking fluids on her skin as it brushed against her crotch, Lena sensing its firmness through the thin fabric as it pressed against her lips through her shorts. Its length was still coated in the hand prints and smears of dye that she had left there after their last session in the temple, reds and yellows standing out against his blue flesh.Her. This went on for a while. Sensing she was getting anxious my fingers drew southward. I teased her clit and began fingering her. I teased her some. She was quite wet with anticipation of something new.I put my wife on the edge of the bed. (Being as fat as she is, she hasn’t been on top this century). I stood up facing her. The pretend me went in, just an inch, if that. Then, slowly forward, pause, forward, pause, forward and finally all the way in. My purple cock was all the way inside. My wife.