George's mom had helped me. Then George asked how does a wife clean her husband's cock? With her mouth I say. And he put it in front of my mouth. I di...dn't hesitate one second and cleaned him and myself off his cock, Mmmm. I liked it! And said so to George. You are a Good wife. I thanked him for that and now it was time for me to go. I knocked on the door, George's mom let me into the bathroom. And noticed my wet spot on my butt in the crotch. She asked if I had fun today at the club. I did. I spread her legs wide as they could be stretched apart, tilting them back, holding the sole of her feet with my fingers, and brought the head of my 6” cock near her hairy pussy (she started shaving her pussy later after our sessions became a daily ritual). She tried covering her love hole but I moved her hands away in a mad fright, and without much effort, buried all 6” deep inside her dark canal – bitch was wet and swampy already from my sweet talk, and thereafter, began my unending massive. I know it on mathematical level. The differential between the graph lines has reduced by a factor of five. Just today, I created two more overlaps—‘ ‘Overlaps aren’t’ everything! You have to understand why these things are happening or else it might as well be fraud. Can you honestly tell me that you know what you’re doing? Can you interpret this data, make it meaningful?’ ‘Yes.’ I said, locking his eyes with mine. My eyes are grey, and looking for unease within them is like trying to find. She tentatively reached toward one and asked, "Do they hurt?" Not any more. The one on my left leg still twinges once in a while, but these don't hurt now. What they do though, is to make it so that I need a lot of help in order to digest food. I have to take these pills, and have alcohol with every meal. These things make the plastic stomach I now have work for me. I also have to take a large number of vitamin and mineral supplements to replace things that my system cannot recover from food.".