My skin is ever so fair and sparse is my pussy hair. What little hair there is is soft and fuzzy and almost not visible. My private "lov...-hole" - I wish I could view it in a mirror. Alas my layers of fat prevent me from so doing. Yet my fingers have never had a problem exploring the inner recesses in its totality. My therapist has called my name but... I am off in my own world as I part the lower lips of my body to touch ever so gently and stroke with. .what did I tell you Betty…I am sure we will get a few interested.” Mrs Noakes spoke with her well refined ‘posh’ accent. I lifted the camera up and took a quick impromptu snap of them both catching them both off guardOnce Mrs. Noakes recovered from my intrusive snapshot, she smiled I looked at the picture I had taken and knowing it was one of the corniest remarks I chirped…“Hey…you two could be models” They both chuckled, although, mum’s laugh was a little strained as they looked at each. ”“That’s why she’s been so non-responsive. But when Chuck began tinkering with the Program again, we accidentally rebooted her,” Doc said. “Mr. Arnovsky here is trying to make sure none of their shit is left...”“ ... and come up with a suitable plan to punish them,” Chuck added. ‘Your dad has an idea that most of us are down with.”With only a mere sidelong glance of her mother blowing her father, Stacy slid alongside Chuck and looked at what was unfolding.“You’re not going to kill them, are. It didn't matter. I had to see what I could do.I dialed 911 and then put my phone in the pack on my bike. I looked around for something that I could use to help in the rescue.I pulled my ice spikes out of my pocket. I had made them myself. They were just two sharp spikes embedded in a wooden handle. There were holes in each handle so that the sharp end could be stored inside the other handle. Each spike had a strap I could wrap around my wrist. I figured I could use one as an anchor in the ice..