Nor would it step out to get the shampoo if Mary-Mary forgot to bring it in herself. It would scrub her back, which was very convenient, but it would ...lso insist on washing her bottom, a part she would have enjoyed doing herself. It wasn't until years later that Mary-Mary learned why her robot would not let her touch her own private parts. It never left her. It was always beside her or behind her, or else standing patiently over her bed when she slept, and behind her chair looking over her. I adjusted and flinched as it inched inside further. No more giggling. We were all three quiet, focusing. Phyl said: “You’re beautiful Penny. His cock is really fucking you! It’s exciting! Just like the book only real.” I held myself for more.His cock was tight in me and going deeper…then it hurt but it went still deeper. It hurt more and then the dog thrust into me. Tears came…it was hurting me, pain mixed with other feelings and too late to stop. But I didn’t want to stop now. . This way we were getting one new one every three seconds.When I got tired, the mortar squad were happy to take over for me. They worked even faster than we had. In an hour we had more than 1,200 new shells because we rotated constantly. We switched varieties of shells and made willie pete for another hour. We did not need too many armour piercing rounds but we made some anyway. We went back and duplicated the high explosive frags just because they were so effective and one type had a. "Ahhhh, woww...that's so gooodd..." she purred. I wanked her for a few more minutes, enjoying her responses. Her boobs are small and sexy and bounced slightly when she twitched. I explored her, enjoying how she felt and how she responded to me."Let me try something even better," I said. I bent down to place my mouth directly over her vagina."What are you doing?" she asked lazily, a bit drunk with the pleasure."Trust me. Just go with it." I whispered and took her into my mouth."Ohhh!" she.