True, a fembot never has a headache, doesn't have a gag reflex, is ready and willing to have sex at the guy's slightest whim, and does all the chores ...nd cooking without expecting any help. But it was still a machine. Plus, a fembot cost about $50 grand--way out of his price range, even though they've come down in price from the six figures they went for just a few years ago. If he had the cash, he might buy a fembot just to do the work around the house and not to fuck, but he had to be careful. I then leaned over and kissed her buns as well before kneeling to lick her sweet, delicious pucker at last. My wife moaned very loudly and creamed herself yet again as she felt my mouth exploring her backside, rimming her with abandon. She really did have such a tasty asshole, a fine rosebud that just begged to be tickled by my tongue. If she was going to rim me like this, unashamedly, like it was a honeypot or honey jar, then I would be damned if I didn’t do the same for her. After all, her. After a few months she became used to her job, more friendly and chatty. She liked me a lot, so I always sat next to her in the bus. One cold day, her small nipples were hard, I couldn't keep my eyes off her tits and she noticed, whenever she saw me looking she would cover her breasts with her jacket.After a week of endless erections, on our way to school, she asked me to wait for everyone to get out first because she wanted to tell me something important. Everyone got out and she said. We’d gather in the morning and drive to a distressed part of town and pass out fresh turkeys to those in need. In the afternoon, we’d head to a food kitchen where we helped to cook and serve.It sounds cynical, but it really wasn’t. We didn’t have any extended family and Dad enjoyed every minute of it. He’d buy a 2500 count box of lollipops and kept the pockets in his apron full. Every child that came by was the recipient of one if they could tell Daddy one thing they were grateful for.If they.