These were state of the art bots. Flesh and bodily fluids so convincing, you couldn't tell them apart from the real thing. Except no woman was as perf...ct as a whorebot. No woman he'd ever known had breasts, a figure, or such a welcoming vagina as Sindy had.And after several litres of Martian beer, it was towards Cyberwhore that Kevin walked, leaving Jeff sniggering by the high-speed maglev transit stop. Or not so much walked as rather skipped like some fucking Morris dancer. This low gravity. It took about 15 minutes to place the device on my cock (or should I say her cock) as I had to squeeze my balls through a small ring with a small shaft sticking out of it without pinching my cock. There was a small hole in the tip of the shaft that the cage portion of the chastity device slid over and then the lock could be snapped into place locking the cage portion over my penis. Part of the trouble was getting the right number of spacers between the scrotum ring and the cage ring to make. Still, of all mothers, Sharon—the most exhaustive boy's mom—had to be the most flirtatious of them, making his head spin with a single batting of her eyes alone, giving him enough material to masturbate himself to sleep many a night.On that day, she had asked him to take Michael home. Why, oh why, had he agreed to give her his number in the first place? He sighed as he locked the gate. Vide supra, idiot: tits! Oh, the virtues of having time-consuming hobbies and the involuntary dedication to. "Ah, finally!" I cried, submerging my thick rod in the depths of your sex. I rolled your shirt up and over your breasts. The taut nipples stood at attention released to the warm air. I eagerly opened my mouth and fed on their flesh. It is a wonderful feeling to feel them swell on my tongue. You were so wet, you must have teased yourself as much as me. Each thrust of my hips splattered our thighs with your cream. The smell of barbecue smoke and sex curled around our bodies.I slammed into you.