As I do, I realise her smell and her taste.Now somewhat aroused again I decided I would peek at her in the bathroom. Looking through the keyhole I wat...ch as she sits with her legs spread once more and urinating a bright yellow stream into the toilet. She wiped her pussy and stood up. She now realised that I had been watching her and I opened the door. ‘Naughty!... you like to watch me pee?' she said to me.Smiling at her my cock became very hard and erect and she pulled me closer and took me into. I reached over with my hand and followed hers in holding my son's dick andstroking up and down the cock. I had never masturbated anyone but myselfand my son's cock was significantly longer and thicker than mine, my handbarely reached around its full thickness. Still, it was a thrill to feelit, warm and hard and alive in my hand, my own cock was getting everharder at the sensation of playing a dirty slut, pleasuring a hard cock.Following my wife's lead, I leaned my head in until I was right on. She wasn’t interested, so she turned her back away and went off to sleep. A while later I too grew drowsy and lay down cuddled up with her. Very soon the thought of her naked legs began to bother me. Yes, her sari had begun to climb up once again. This time I did not touch her. Instead, made the sari go a bit higher by slowly shifting its hem up. When it had gone up high enough that her bum cheeks were visible I lay next to her and once again cuddled up. But this time I had thrown one of my leg. The tin men could perform almost forever, and I had instructed them to keep going until I was unresponsive... or dead. Hopefully, I hadn’t gone too far, but this was uncharted territory. No Xene had every intentionally forced herself this high.I’m not sure how long they continued, but suddenly I was no longer in my bedroom. I was in a strange room in a strange body sitting in front of an ancient computer that required you to actually look at a screen to see the information. And it required you.