She noticed my hesitation at a sexual offer, which is rare, and assures me she knows what she's getting into. She slips her hands free of me, turns ar...und in between me and the wall. Pushing her ass out, she gets more space and then she instructs me to stick it into her hot pussy. Rubbing my head up and down her slit, I position it in place and slide into her. Sliding into her velvet sheath I feel a moan escape my lips, and hear her moan in unison. Reaching around, I start to rub her slit as I. “Davy, please, I did not mean...”I had not yet programmed a woman, or a man, for that matter. I was really flying blind as to how it was actually done and the impact of it. And, I was not the one who programmed Andy or Mary or any of the other 3,000 women Uncle Bert left me. I was unsure of how it was done in general and how Uncle Bert had done it, specifically. Was Andy programmed to reveal her true feelings to me? By that, I mean those feelings she would have had if she had not been. This place was crammed with them. I felt like a kid in a candy store with a crisp one hundred dollar bill. Every seat in the place was taken, so I took up residence by a pillar near the main dance floor. The industrial techno just kept going and I couldn’t tell when one song ended and another began. Another three come-ons failed to impress me, receiving the open palm rejection me, when I noticed a guy watching me. He was sitting at one of the booths along the far wall. The flashing lights made. She looked stunning. I handed her the flowers, and we were soon on our way to dinner, which ended up being rather unimpressive despite The Boheme being one of the fanciest upscale restaurants in the Orlando area. After leaving The Boheme, we went back to my house, since I left her gifts there. Stella opened each one and thanked me for them. Then she shocked me by making the first move. That first kiss was so intense that words can’t accurately describe it. Our innocent friendship was gone at.