She'd rubbed herself before, but only as experiments really, and had brought herself to what she had thought were orgasms.But what had happened last n...ght was different. It had been amazing. That throbbing warmth, the crashing orgasms, the complete loss of control. She hadn't realised that her body was capable of such pleasure.But, for the first time, she saw how much Cassie really loved her, and it scared her, it really scared her.She'd felt affection for Cassie, of course, but she could see. "Do you know, we've had a collective intellectual failure in here. We've been considering what had gone wrong with the chip, not with the whole package. I think you've found it!" Now she was getting excited.She called her team together and gave rapid, terse instructions. "It should be easy enough to test now that we know what to look for. Let's go!"Stan stayed around in the lab, fetching coffee and water and generally trying to be supportive. Finally, around half past one in the morning, Anne. She commenced transferring her cunt juice over to her gaand. Standing up, she turned her back to me, and bent over, giving a view of her rosebud. Rubbing it lovingly, she slowly slid a wet finger inside, just past the nails. Each successive stroke was faster and deeper, till she had the whole finger inside.She used another finger stretching her arse hole, moistening it with her pussy juices. It was now well lubricated. She removed her fingers and pushed her hole on my hard cock and took it in. Now we gotta work on getting you set up with a new life.”“Thanks. We’ll see. I wasn’t to game for this, but I know I have to make the best of it.”I tried to keep my eyes on the road on the way home, but it was difficult. I kept reminding myself that she had come from a bad situation, but her breasts were so large that they spilled out the sides of her shirt. You could clearly see the black lace bra underneath the thin white fabric. When she moved or we hit a bump, they rippled with the movement.