She had been a happy child from a loving if lower-middle income family. Most of her recollections of childhood were happy images of time spent with lo...ing, caring parents.How very different life had become when Allan had asked her to the prom. Knowing he was prone to drink even then, she had accepted because he was good looking and a linebacker for the high school football team. The sights, smells and feelings came rushing back as she momentarily relived that night; the dance, Allan slipping. I gave him my hand, she felt very soft and pleasant despite his muscular figure, and replied that my name was Julia. My husband put a glass next to him and filled it with white wine.It was somehow clear to me that something was imminent, that I did not even know if I really wanted it, and I knew it was spoken out of my mouth.We talked for a while. Trivial stuff was the basis of this conversation. I have to admit that I felt uncomfortable. Yes, somehow I felt bad but did not show it, trying to. It was probably Sonia again, wanting to comfort her. Didn’t the android understand that she didn’t deserve comforting? Sonia deserved better than Shelly could give her. The best thing she could do for the synthetic lifeform was to push her away.But she was so lonely. The last time she’d been alone was before running off from Angela’s demesne. Before being nabbed by the Myrmidon, and then suffering… She shuddered as flashes of her treatment under Aecus’s care crashed through her mind. She. Her lying there on her back with her legs slightly bent and wide open showing me her wet butterfly. It looked so soft and supple. I bet it was so sweet tasting. I could imagine my tongue lightly gliding over it and making her twitch. Then on her belly, with her ass pushed up and seemingly ready for me to lick. Her little bud puckered and pulsing with each movement. Seemingly begging for attention. Wow, did I ever want to bury my face in that bitch’s puss and ass. This went on many summer days.