Her robotics project was saturated.It wasn't math-derived. It didn't seem to be an artifact of physics orchance.Her first attempts to figure out what ...his code did crashed her systems.Eventually, though, she broke through its built-in security.Nano-assemblers, aka factories, or von-Neumann machines. Self-assembling,replicating. These made microphones and spectrum-hopping transmitters.The code also governed what the microphones would listen for. And wheneach transmitter would transmit. Cheri. "What do you play, Mark?" I asked, my asshole twitching. "I have my acoustic." He offered earnestly, like we might not have one with us and he'd be doing us a BIG favor. "Cool," I lied. "Let us get the first set. We can do "Mother" and "Wish You Were Here," in the second set." I thought he was going to shit his pants as I said this. "You know those songs?" Fuck yes!" He nearly dabbed. "Thank you, Mark!" I swear to God he was near tears. Jesus, I might have missed out on all the pussy. Naturally, this had the expected effect on his cock and it was soon very hard.Dave wrapped his arm around her, and stroked her breast through her top, feeling her already erect nipples pushing against the thin fabric. She reached behind her and pulled her pajama bottoms down, grabbed his cock - he never wore any bottoms to bed - and started rubbing it against her ass. Dave slipped his hand under her top and squeezed her left breast and ran his index finger over her rock-hard nipple. She moaned. We will carry yours across when we go to mum's and you can open yours at the same time as the rest."I think that will be best," Mary replied with a smile. "Though I bet it is going to take a bit of time for all of us to open what we get from each other."RebeccaLate morning we went over to my mum and dad's house and had mince pies and coffee. It was nice to see the whole family gathered. Ruth told us that she had a phone call from Fiona wishing us all a Merry Christmas and asking us to bring in.