More awake now, I opened my eyes and saw my sister Abby standing over me. "Time to wake up," she said. "Its Saturday. Mom wants to talk to us about my...room." She ran her finger along my dick one last time, then pulled her hand out and left.Three nights ago a storm had smashed a window in my sister's room, forcing me to share my room with her until the damage was repaired. Having trouble making friends at school, she'd turned to me for comfort. She had convinced be to share the bed with her,. Carl never gave up. Although it could be several weeks or months between bringing up the idea, he continued to mention the idea in one way or the other. He always got the same response from his loving wife.Over the years their sex life cooled off as it does for most married couples as they get into their fifties. They were at the point where they were having sex one or two times a month and sometimes it was only a hand job or oral sex. Of course Carl was always up for a good fuck but most of. I was not in a people person kind of a mood and I said so. I said him to "I really am not in the mood to talk, please leave me alone"."Okay. I'll just sit here, on the other end of the bench. I have things I can think about too. If you feel like talking, just do..." And with that, he sat down, took a handheld computer from his pocket and started doing something on it.I was a bit pissed. Here I picked the most isolated bench in the park to sit and feel sorry for myself on this chilly autumn day,. Their temper was legendary. They were well known to favor biting off the closest object to their face. Trust me when I say that you did not want to piss them off. They really are that 'short' tempered).After I pulled my ship into the dock and shut down the engines, I contacted the AI technical support department on station Foster Nine.AI Tech Support came onto the viewer, saying "This is Virtual Assistant Phil. How may I be of service?"I said, "My AI unit is not being cooperative. It refuses to.