I always hated her, for obvious reasons. Not that she can speak English and I never had a conversation with her. But at least she’d fuck daddy right..., from what I could tell. He did marry her.Usually whores like her he’d fuck a few times and then move on to the next butt. But he married her, shocking me, and everybody, so she must have fucked or sucked like the pro she is.Now look at daddy. My virginia sense tells me he’s not fucked in ages. Poor thing!I know it’s wrong, but I’ve always thought. She laughed. Laughed out loud and hard."Oh they are, are they?" She asked suddenly filling her hands with them, lifting them up pressed together. "Not too saggy? Too floppy for an old lady like me?" You're not old ... and they're sure as hell not saggy ... or floppy, they're beautiful!" I exclaimed again, though I didn't have the heart to tell her I was actually staring at the first pair of real-live boobs I'd ever seen either. Up until now ... all I'd ever managed was to feel up Christine. " Oh, I don't mind. I'm your wife. I've gifted you my body; it belongs to you. And you're right; I won't miss my periods. Both of us are not ready for parenthood yet either. This is a perfect form of birth control! Bravo... Body design decisions... Robert, could we design ourselves with different forms, run a program where we are birds or dolphins or something?" Yes. We could." Wow! Robert, I think I'm really going to want to spend the full 1200 days here. Probably even want to come back later.. The bathroom door begins to open, and I gently pull away to return to my seat to wait... I watch from my table. I can see you as you nurse your wine, making small talk with your companion. Or perhaps he’s merely a friend? You appear irritated when he flirts with the barmaid. Maybe just a drunken friend?You look towards me and smile and nod your head ever so slightly to the hallway that leads to the ladies' room. I gently squeeze my still swollen penis, looking you in the eyes. Your right hand.