They spoke for some time and then left with yet another big hug from him. I was suprised at what had just happened and later asked her about who he w...s and what they spoke about? He seemed to be a good friendWhat happen next was a big mess. Her story and the events would change several times, for no reason. She had shown that she had a problem with the truth. It wasn't what had happened as much as she felt she had to lie about it. We had made a pact that we would always tell the truth-be. Worse, she could feel her bald pussy was almost bubbling over with excitement. Her panties had given up trying to contain her slippery oils and she wondered how long it would be before her thighs would be wet. That would be embarrassing. Plus, it was a hot day, and while the walk in the woods here wasn’t overly taxing, she was betting she’d be able to smell her excitement if she stopped and lifted her skirt. More embarrassment.Sometimes it really sucked that being embarrassed was such a huge. Aur lakdi ko dusri ladki ki key potty ko khate hue dekhaa tha maine us se request ki who mujhe dikhaye aur usne apni panty uteri aur uska whisper uski panty mein chipka thaa who blood se bheega hua tha maine uski panty uthai aur use sunghne laga use bheeni bheeni khusboo aa rahi thi khusboo aisi jo madhosh kar de phir usne apni taang phailai uski pussy ek dum pink colour ki thi uski pussy ek dum shaved thi ek bhi baal nahin thaa usne apni pussy ko haath ki ungli se phailaya aur usme ungli daal. Their whole culture seems to have abandoned any form of initiative in exchange for a level of security and comfort that humanity dreams about. I've noticed that the AI does like to subtly encourage us to use a bit less initiative around Trinary Island.I'm sure the AI units didn't expect the response they got. We are a small and rather close community. In many ways we are a tribe. At least that's what Professor Fabio explained to us one day during one of our beach cookouts. After all we have the.