But she was excited to get additional data and gladly sent him one to try out.“Just know this Ben,” Liz had warned, “This experimental model is ...ncredibly lifelike and, if I can be honest, rather addictive.” Ben laughed. He remembered that Liz liked to fuck, a lot, and probably needed a droid since no man could likely keep up with her. God knows he and many of his college buddies had tried.“She’s not like you Liz, she doesn’t need a dick in her 24/7,” Ben teased.“Shut up, Ben. Do you want this. The hard liquor burned her throat as she felt the inebriant go to work. She was still wearing the long negligee. Good, the better to piss her off with my dear, she thought.Helen could smell the booze the minute she walked in the door, and there stood Janet, her ex-husband, now a sissy she-male, teetering in front of her dressed in a long nightgown and holding a fifth of rum in one hand."Oh there you are Bissh! I've been waiting for you!" Janet slurred."What the hell?" yelled Helen. "I don't. No need to embarrass him. He seemed nice enough. Besides, she enjoyed being watched. The voyeur/exhibitionist dynamic fit together perfectly like cream cheese frosting on a Cinnabon but with four-thousand fewer calories. And she had yet to hear of a correlation between masturbation and diabetes.Her fingers slid between her swollen lips before locating her clit which was demanding her attention. She smiled, knowing her visitor's penis was hard by now and being stroked like in a Billy Squier song. “I'm just asking. I mean would you have sex with her if you could?” I asked. “No, of course not, I'm with you Callie, not her or anyone else,” John replied. “OK sweetheart. I was just wondering honestly,” I said. Then we cuddled in silence for a few more minutes. “Well sense we are just wondering certain things about each other, if you could have sex with your mom, would you do it?” John asked. Truth be told, I wasn't sure myself. I mean I knew I was with him, but I wasn't too sure if I was.