The processors continue the activation. New scents enfold the latest selected commander. Blocks of information swell into its mind. Conceptual framewo...ks click into place. "Human" falls further away into memory. The commander is running system checks against the stored biological matrices, attempting to resolve collisions in the ancient error- correcting codes. Surprisingly little has been lost due to redundant caches and error correction. Nothing irreplaceable. The most critical, the landing. She was puzzled by what she had done, teasing Mike that way, flashing her cunt with Ted in the room. She had not done that with her husband, at least not when the others were in the room.Donna sat on her bed, hardly realizing the light was fading. She was no longer thinking of Mike or Ted, but of her husband, and the things they had discussed, trying to picture in her mind how it would have been, his cock and another cock, both of them hard and in her hands, in her cunt and in her mouth.As she. .. ‘The teacher replies, ‘The correct answer is 4, but I like your thinking.’Then little RALPHY says, ‘I have a question for YOU.There are 3 women sitting on a bench having ice cream:One is delicately licking the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream.The second is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone. The third is biting off the top of the ice cream. Which one is married?’The teacher, blushing a great deal, replied, ‘Well, I suppose the one that’s gobbled down the top and sucked the. Seemingly satisfied, he moved on to work on another spot. ‘No. She didn’t keep me. The village council ordered her to nurse me back to health, but it was her man that did it. The woman couldn’t touch me without making sudden movements, nor could she refrain from shrieking at the mere sight of me. Submitted to literotica.com by the author. ‘As soon as my wounds had healed, Bubbi’s father returned me to the village council. No one would take me.’ ‘The council held a charity gather. Beetles are.