She would get very sad at times and cuddle up with me on the couch and I would comfort her with a hug, a kiss on the forehead and stroking her hair un...il the sadness would ebb and she would almost purr like a kitten. After a few episodes like that she would relax and her hand would rest on my cock causing an immediate reaction."what's that daddy?"Oh my, what do I say now? This kid really knows how to put me on the spot. I decided that truth is the best course and explained to her."That is my. I would bend lower to your ears and nibble them... then I would tell you to fuck your slut, and I would start riding you slowly, gently biting your neck I would feel so hot and wet. I would ride you until we were going faster and harder, I would work my muscles around you... I would ride you so hard and fast, your balls would be slapping against my ass. I would bite your neck harder, and tell you to that I’m your little whore. I tell you that I want you to pounding into me so we change. She returned to the kitchen and prepared additional toast and eggs, inputting them into her own fuel intake port to be converted into chemical energy over the next several hours. There had been problems during her initial programming with getting maintenance mode to work right–for some reason, she got very buggy about letting her owner see her do standard maintenance tasks like washing, fuel intake and waste dumping. It made her feel like she wasn’t a machine at all, let alone that operated at. “Damn it, Mum, you know me so bloody well!” Brenda declared, even as the two of them dragged me to the shower to enjoy some fun there, too.It was largely groping, but it was a lot of that, as we washed each other off in the shower, the three of us filling the shower stall to the max as we played. It was definitely crowded, but none of us minded that at all. We were just happy to enjoy each other’s company and bodies as well. The fact that Brenda and Miranda played so much with each other, too,.