She was in her silk white nighty. She was looking damn sexy at that night. Her boobs were clearly visible in that nighty, she wasn’t wearing the bra... She was looking at me like a slut. Her eyes were telling me that how badly she needs me. Or maybe it was just my horniness. I waved her hand, she does alike. Then I asked her its ok if I call her now.She replied that her husband just got slept and it could trouble her. She texted again that she was not feeling sleepy so she wanted a company. I. C.'s quote that "any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic"; I know. Thing is, that's the best way to describe what Femenalia is and how a human--even one living in the early 21st century--will experience the kind of possibilities they're exposed to when a Femenalian Agent makes herself (and yes--there is no room to budge here--always *her*self by design and by function) known.It is another cliche--albeit couched in the culture of the moment--that it has been. It was wonderful that they were making such an impression.They went to the kareoke club, and discovered that on the weekend a cover was charged. NO MATTER!!! Wayne took care of that small item, and they ere greeted by the Manager, who had seen them at the door. He asked of their seating preference, and showed them to a table, standing by as the men seated the ladies. They were, without question, the handsomest partie to come here in a long while. The Manager leaned down to tell Darla that many. ”Elaine sighed when my fingers closed over her firm tit-flesh. She reached blindly, searching for my dick.“Here he is, Elaine,” my grandmother said, guiding the woman’s hand to my tumescence. “Isn’t he stiff!"“Oh fuck,” Elaine gasped when she felt my stiffness. Her hand fisted around my girth. “That’s a nice big cock. He’s going to fuck me with it, isn’t he, Sarah?”“Eventually,” my grandmother replied, winking at me. “But I might have him first ... I’m a little excited by the thought of seeing.