His penis was straining out of his boxers, and I could tell he was in discomfort. He was a bit restive, moving here and there, and his quiet moans were not those of contentment.

I realized that I was moving into new territory here. I could no longer claim that I was being forced. I was choosing to do this. Even more scary, he was no longer sleepwalking. He could awaken at any time. What would he say if he woke up to the sight of his little princess slobbering all over his schlong?