It's simple, really. You find the help screen right away that tells you how to do what you want to do. You follow the instructions and soon you are looking at a perfect copy of yourself.
Dale is stunned when she sees herself in the mirror. "Holy... holy shit. What ..." She predictably checks various things with her hands, her eyes growing huge. With an exact copy of your own voice, she gasps, "This is what you want?"
You grin at her, knowing she's helpless right now because you found the way to inhibit her from trying to take the computer over. From now on, she won't dare touch the program, or try to stop you, and she'll do what you say. You tell her, "Actually, just one more thing."
With a few more keystrokes, both of you have reverted to the eighteen-year-old you that she married years ago. "This is what I want," you tell her, and begin unbuttoning her blouse.
"But... all these years, I thought you were straight!"
"I think it's called 'Bi', sweetie," you coo to her as you pull her blouse open and slip it off her shoulders. She's wearing the exact same front closure bra as you are, covering the same young, full breasts, "And the girl I wanted to fuck more than any other was the one in the mirror. You wouldn't believe how often I used to do myself while looking at her."
She lets you slip the blouse off her arms, then you're thrilled to watch her voluntarily reach up and undo her own bra. The tits you always wanted to suck are right in front of you and you lean down to kiss them.
You hear her take a long, shuddering breath in, then as you pull a nipple into your mouth she stands up next to your chair and slowly strips off the rest of her things as you suck her. She's still protesting very faintly though, and finally, while stroking your hair, she asks, "You'd rather have this then that twelve-inch cock?"
With a laugh, you look up at her, a wicked grin on your face. "Sweetie, I already have a twelve-inch cock. It's battery powered and it's in a box under the bed, along with a few other sizes. We can play with them if you want."
She doesn't seem to know how to respond, but you don't want a conversation anyway. You coax her down to the floor, where she spreads her legs for you and lets you gently slip your tongue down to her nest. As she slowly rocks to your probing, you're thrilled to hear her her whisper, over and over, "Oh.... oh, wow that's good..."
After a while she isn't saying words, just making little moans and cries, as her hips move ever harder and faster. You soon have her rocking a massive orgasm, that keeps going in repeating tremors for more than two minutes. You leave her on the carpet, gasping for air, while you decide what to do next.
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