"I understand your people have a custom of giving gifts on this day. My gifts to you are the robots in your blood." Ship? So... we are in space?" I as...ked, amazed. Somehow I knew we had to be, but the confirmation still set my heart to beating faster. What geek doesn't dream of going to space?"We are in low orbit now."Her words from earlier came back to me, and I had to know. "You said children... I thought we weren't compatible, genetically."She nodded, and as she spoke, I realized that she. I then began pumping, slowly at first, savoring every pump, building the pace, her humps in sync, and both moaning to the rhythm in crescendo. We were by then fucking roughly like two animals, grunting and puffing when Prachi yelled: “Oh shit, I am coming agaaaaain,” and reached a yet stronger orgasm; her juices all around my shaft. All the sudden, my wife passed before me and, dumping a bunch of lubricant in between Prachi’s mounds imposed me: “Fuck her tits silly!” I couldn’t do anything but. I no longer get sexually excited without a good dose of pain happening at the same time. I regularly repeated after her and eventually was convinced and accepted that I am a sterile, impotent girl as a result of her treatments to make my clitty soft and feminine so it no longer has sex. I have even been to my doctor and tried all the pills, injections and natural stuff. He tells me an inflatable implant might return usable function but of course he doesn't know why I have the condition I'm too. He was going to pick me up at 7:30 to take me there. The rest of the day went by really slow, as I knew that it would. It finally came to be around 7:30 and he rang my doorbell. I opened the door to greet him wearing a pair of khakis and a blue button down covered by a black blazer. He was gorgeous and I couldn’t believe he wanted me. I was dressed in a little blue number that showed off most of my back. It wasn’t low cut but it was cute. I work black dressy heels to match and had my hair.