"Your Hollister grandparents, my mum and dad, left her funds in my trust till her 21st birthday. Bob Scott, left it in trust till she's 25, but I have...the discretion to give it to her earlier." Good thing she was born in '93," I remarked. "Remember Frederick in Pirates!" Oh, right," dad laughed. "Twenty-first birthday, not 21 years of age." And I don't know how much she has..." Less than you. Charlie Grant didn't leave anything to her, just to you. But her legacy was just under two million, and. Both of us are in a well-settled job and residing in a metropolitan city. She lives with her family whereas I live alone. Both of us are very calm and composed to the entire world. She is free-spirited and cool, laughs at my silly jokes and puns. We both loved going out for food and traveling. No drama, no typical nagging. We love each other, immensely. She is gorgeous. Her persona is amazing. Careless. She is very selective in her choices but never demanding. We are in a relationship for more. And I liked the taste. Completing the act, I swiped the drips and drools from my face with my fingers and sucked them clean, making yummy sounds, and not just for his benefit. I thought back to the first time we'd tried it, how we'd laughed over my inept cowering and flinching as he blasted my face, the squeamish feeling of his cum in my mouth. It was kind of gross, but good fun, sharing his fantasy, and trying to get it right. "You'll need more practice at that, Connie," he'd said. . Max arched his back and squirmed as he felt the robot's cock travel up him, into his tummy and up his throat. He stretched his neck up, his neckline changed and, visibily, max's neck widened, as the cock moved up it, and finally a little out of his mouth. Max didnt feel any pain, and didnt even choke or gag. The mysterious lube substance solved all those problems. The robot's mouth then opened and a slimy rubberish tongue slid out, licking max all over, sucking his pink nipples wildly, pushing.