I spread my hair over the pillow.Yes. A little tongue where it counts. God, why do I have to like thisso much? Why was the surgeon so skilled that ...uch feeling remains?Even better than anything as a man, I think. Now that my G-spot is thatlittle nubbin, hooded by old scrotum tissue and snugly secured in mypanties most of the time, its sensitivity is preserved for moments likethis.His lips are on mine now. A trace of strawberry from the lubricant. Hesmells of aftershave. Something musky. She looked at me and laughed.“What’s so funny?” I asked.“Your whole face is covered with pussy juice,” she chuckled, “Its everywhere, even in your hair!”Stephanie pulled me to her and kissed my lips and even ran her tongue along my cheek to taste her own cum. “Wow’ I taste pretty good,” she chimed, “No wonder you like to suck my pussy!”“I love it as much as you like sucking dick” I told her.“Let’s see” Steph laughed as she pushed me back on the truck bed. In an instant, she was on top of me and. . I think we need to start copying out the books by hand.”“Finn, there are hundreds of them. It would take forever.”“Well, we haven’t got forever. But some would be better than none, wouldn’t it? Do you have a better idea?”Dan considered his next words carefully.“Your grandfather didn’t want me to tell you this yet: he’s already made some handwritten notes. Not word-for-word like you’re suggesting, but key things he wanted to emphasise.”That stunned me. “He didn’t want me to know?”“I said ‘not. Nothing happens. No processes are running except PLATO’s growth routines. It’s like watching paint dry for eight hours.”“It’s not hard, Loretta,” Marcella replied. “I find things to keep myself busy. There’s a great internet connection and once in a while...” She looked around as if about to say something shocking “... once in a while, I go into the growth processing room and clear jams in the growth dish feeder.”“Wow!” the tech replied in mock surprise. “How can you survive such.