I glanced at a clock. I thought it should have been evening already, but it was just before noon. I gathered up our clothes, handing her the shirt and shorts she'd worn and pulling on my own pants, the rest I rolled into a tight bundle. “Come on, there's a bidet in the upstairs bath.”I told her. Upstairs, she went into the bath and I turned toward Mother and Father's room. I recalled a track suit my mother had bought in a moment of extreme optimism but had never managed to fit into. A brief rummage in the closet and I returned to the bath. I knocked softly and opened the door. “Put this on and we'll run things in the washer.” I said. I got out a asian japanese teens oriental washcloth and towel for her, setting them on the edge of the sink. “I'll get us some lunch, come down to the kitchen when you're ready.” In the kitchen, made sandwiches, laid out a bag of crisps and poured two large glasses from a jug of fruit punch. I drank almost half of mine and refilled it, then left the jug on the table. When Jennifer came in I had to smile. While much too small for Mother, Jennifer had still needed to roll up the sleeves and pants to get even close to a proper fit on her petite frame. We sat down to eat. “I never knew it could be like that.” she said. “Me either,” I said, “I mean, I've . . . uh . . . masturbated, but it never felt like that.” “Me too,” she said, “but I'd never felt . . . fireworks like that.” “I kind of want to do it again and again, but . . .” “Me too, but I think I need a day or two to recover. When Mum told me about sex and stuff, she said a little bleeding is normal and it can take a few days to heal over. I just need to keep myself clean while it does.” “ I can understand that,” I said, “Besides, it would never do for Mother to discover our bodies after we screwed ourselves to death.” I laughed. She started to laugh too. “I can imagine your Mother,” she laughed, “ 'Oh, bother, they've stained the carpet.'.” We dissolved into gales of laughter. Shortly we straightened the kitchen, started the washer and went back down to the dungeon. “Show me how you process the data,” she asked, “it has to be a bigger job that what we did before.” “It is,” I said, “the interpreter ran overnight and I spent most of yesterday parsing out the stimuli.” I ran the video, pointing out the flashes of activity and how I linked them to the various stimuli. “What's that one?” she asked, indicating pale blob toward the end of the video. “I'm not sure, I answered, “but it's the last event before I took the headset off you.” I’d seen one woman topless by the pool so I wasn’t worried when Jon told me to take asian japanese teens oriental my dress off. “Of course we are, dimples because that is what reasonable people do. I very much want to. She polished my shaft with that juicy snatch as my orgasm built and built in me. It swelled so fast. “I set my timer for an hour after you passed out. Or shit… I had gay sex with my best friend and I liked it?” I shuddered at how wonderful our family was. “Don’t tell him either. And me. She wore her own matching dress and we stood together before Kimiko Mihara who performed the ceremony, invoking the blessing of the more permissive Shinto spirits upon us. I grabbed both her firm ass cheeks and began to fuck her with long hard strokes. I pulled out, my throbbing cock gleaming with her juices, and grabbed the shaft, aiming it up her body. He still wore the same clothes from work. Now they were horny and needed to worship me. “Jesus Angus what is this shit?”