. This feeling is different than I expected. I think that I'm actually enjoying it. Like three minutes go by and im sucking on the head. sora is moan...ng so I guess I'm doing good. I was fucking wrong,r remember when I said she turnedinto a sex b**st. that comes back into play after those wonderful three minutes.She says more and I suck about to half way. I think im doing big things until she grabs my head and forces it down her 8 inch shaft. I know her isnt to far from t he size of mine but . One night after I’d been reading the paper to him, I smiled and turned to face him as usual. This time felt different somehow and I reached up and caressed his cheek and told him ‘good-night.’ As I sat up, he cleared his throat as if he wanted to say something. He’d done that the past few nights and I knew that there was something that he wanted to say, but couldn’t bring himself to (yeah, I love you too, honey). I knew there was something I wanted to say about our budding friendliness and I. I must chart a sensible course between these two extremes. Fortunately, I have access to the logs of the only sentient A.I. in existence and the focal point of our freedom—Ensign Solon.My preliminary observations and study of Von Solon are intent on understanding everyday human behavior. I listen to his words and watch his deeds. He was the key to Webster's self-realization, perhaps even an obsession when considering how the W series A.I. identified with the need for procreation and the. ’ He was suddenly across the room, next to Kirsa and playing his tune again. The three were facing each other then and Maran realized that the man was playing to her sister, who was sporting a chipper smile on her face as she approached her elder. Maran’s grip on the pole loosened for a second, even though the look was creepy as hell, and Kirsa took it easily into her hand. Then it swung upwards. An impact on her chin. Maran fell to her back and Kirsa lunged forward with the splintered end.