She said, “I’m not doing that. What’s wrong with you?”I repeated. “I want you to fuck another man… for me.”I waited again.She made a fac.... The one she always did when she didn’t like what I said.For the third time, I said, “I want you to fuck another man for me.”“You’re sick. I’m not doing that. Get away from me, you pervert.”I said, “I want you to find a man we both like and I want you to fuck him.”“I’m not a slut.”I said, “I don’t want you to be a slut. Sluts fuck a lot of other men. I only. . Whew!And it even dials and answers the house phone for the few of us who still had them, using voice command ... along with literally hundreds of other tasks. I could almost get overcome by all that it purported to do for us. It seemed to do everything except wipe your ass and uncork the wine.One week later... “Let’s give her a try,” said Ben, after we had spent most of the week connecting and adjusting Kenzie. We felt like we were all getting to know ‘her’ intimately. “Kenzie, order family. Shortcomings.While I had attended a school that tout le mondo cané knows — The University of Missouri, Kansas City — Ms. Sloane went to a college that no one ever heard of, Wharton. Sounds like a book Wandy used to read to me, Wharton Hears a Who.(As an aside, and I am hardly one to tootle my own bugle, intellect-wise, but I did win the Top Speller Prize in fourth grade. A rigorous exam too — spell the names of all fifty states. Tim Brown, the school Brain, spelled Arkansas this way: Arkansaw.. I pull her back to see her face. She stared at me and said “It's okay.. we both know we wanted this.. Pull my hair pull it..” I pull it harder and she screams yeah like that. She's riding me harder and harder and I squeeze her left tit and she let loose. All over me she stood hovered above my cock to squirt all over me. She was shaking and screaming. She couldn't believe how much she let out. I asked her if she liked it as she stuck my cock back in to hump it slowly nice and passionate.. I told.