I could see in her eyes that she was now tentative, wondering if she should have been so open with her comments. I struggled to my knees and hands. I ...crawled to her. I reached up and unsnapped her shorts. Her hands moved in front of mine, but I moved them away. I opened the zipper and took firm hold of the waist. I pulled down. She didn’t move and I looked at her firmly, a determination she might not have witnessed before. She raised her hips and I pulled her shorts and panties off. I pushed. It seemed like it was going to last forever, which at the time I prayed could happen. When I finally stopped coming, my whole body went limp. Well, except for one part. My cock stayed hard as a rock. And when my whole body came down on Maries, I swear I felt my dick pop inside something, inside Marie. She let out a loud yelp, and her breathing got really rough again. My dads hand was still on my butt, pushing my hips against hers. Are you still hard, Adam? Dad asked, when I was starting to. "We should strip him naked, paint his privates Day-Glo orange and turn him loose in the halls. See how he likes it! Oh, and tie a helium balloon to his dick so we can track him." Sorry," she apologized after I'd gaveled the laughter down."Don't be. I feel the same way," I assured her. "But we're trying to get away from The Program being used as punishment."She greeted that reminder with a sullen grunt. It was a sore point between us.I turned to Mrs. Devers. "Do you have any suggestions?" I'm. "Sure, running perfectly. Of course your wives are unobserved once they go through the lab's double airlocks." He smiled at me. "A bit unusual to trust them like that."Amid was referring to my private research area. "Oh, I have of ton of repetitive search work for them to do, perfect for their inferior minds. I'm interested to see how well they did." From the amount of time they've spent in that lab, perhaps very well indeed. I've never seen wives so dedicated, especially from wives that don't.