Memory is the first to go... I guess that's why I'm writing this. I got in the habit of visiting, and we would play chess (I called it chest), or talk...or watch TV. Some evenings I would give her back and neck rubs, which I'm really quite good at. Sometimes my idea of where the neck is would get a little generous, and on several occasions I was able to massage all but the tips of her nipples and her pussy. I went home with more blueballs than... Anyway, despite certain signals that really should. " soothed Axorie. Hardcase sobbed in quiet despair, because Axorie was right, and because Hardcase was having a self-identity crisis. She was too kind-hearted to portray the tough girl for long. It really wasn't her, but if she couldn't be the smart one, then what else did she have? At least if they returned home, and she was going to school, she would regain her identity as the smart one, even if it was erroded by Axorie. It wasn't even Axorie who had taken her self-worth as the smart one. "Go ahead. I'll finish up here. It's almost time to go home anyway," Thomas told us with a smile. We quickly used a spell to clean up and went to greet the sisters. Even though they were dressed identically, I didn't have any trouble picking out Annie from her sister."Hi!" I said, as I approached her."Hi," she answered shyly, but didn't hesitate to move into my arms. God, she was as soft and warm as I remembered. Annie pressed herself against me, and I leaned down and kissed her waiting lips.. "That sums it up excellently." Robots are exceptionally fair about crediting good work by others. "I guess all my time instructing you on politics has finally paid off." If you will check your memory banks," Darlene informed him continuing her previous tone, "of all our conversations, and extrapolate out each line of logic, none of them will complete in that summation." True," RS4 admitted a few moments later. "So you figured this one out all on your own?"Now Darlene had to be fair in the.