The year I was born, 1919, the Volstead Act was passed, making it illegal to buy alcohol as a beverage. And like all other reform movements started by...well meaning meddlers who have no true concept of human nature, the Act created more problems than it solved.Bootlegging and rum running became cottage industries. Whole boatloads of whiskey were smuggled into this country from Cuba, Mexico and Canada and elsewhere. Anything prohibited becomes in great demand just because it is prohibited, if for. Although I'd seen her often in regard to robot matters she brought to discuss with me, I wish now we'd been able to spend more time together just in general.So often life is this way. We don't realize what we have until its gone, and then it's too late. This is not unique to robots. Humans are the same way, and have been this way since longer than we've existed alongside them. No good solution has yet been found.Anna once said it seems that many humans don't worry about loss too much because. It has landed on my upper chest travelling almost two feet. Still stroking and with another contraction deep inside another huge rope of cum explodes out of the tiny slit in my cock flying through the air before it lands leaving a cum trail from its head. At this moment my cock is the centre of the universe. Another spasm and another burst of cum, this time without as much forcelanding about six inches up my belly. My next squirt is much weaker and joins the pools of warm cum lying on my lower. .. I'm so close... oh, please, God, I feel so good, I can't take this much longer... please... please... I need it... please... "Whether responding to her pleas or not, Sam gradually sped the movements of his tongue and fingers. Gina began to toss her head from side to side, almost feverishly, groaning at the feelings pouring through her. She was so close... she could feel it approaching... it was building up in her."Oh, fuck, oh, God, Sam, oh!" she screamed as the orgasm seared along her.