"I suppose I have to." There you go again. Miss Bad Attitude. My husband, the bratty brat.Now go check yourself in he bathroom mirror. Maybe freshe... up thoselips. And then put yourself by the front door. I think, with what abother you've been lately, you should be on your knees. That way maybeyou'll put Rod in a good mood and he'll go easier on you." When heflounced out of the room she called after him, "I'm only trying to helpyou, Gigi-with-the-pee-wee-piddle-stick."Zelda smirked at. My finger reaches in side of her thong and rips it away from her slender body. As the lightening begins to build I push her forward bending her over the table, knocking over a sack of potting soil to the ground. My hands begin roaming over her slender legs and firm ass, exploring her. She moans as my hands reach around to her breasts, kneading and squeezing them, then I begin to stroking down her back to her buttocks again. My finger traced up and down her ass crack, making her shiver and my. “One of my sister-wives who assisted with the programming is a true genius, and another of my sister-wives is a genius with computer code. Not to mention the work that her daughter has also done toward the AI program, and in addition, my own daughter, too,” she said, nodding to Arlene, “who has added to the project as well.”“We are just directing it at present because it’s writing its own code now,” Arlene inserted. “Come on, you two, and let’s get you set up in your suite.”Turning to Ashley. . son.”“I know that sound terrible . . . well, I guess it is. But it wasn't every time I needed sex. I had sex with lots of men . . and sometimes women . . if a man wasn't handy, and I reeaalllyy had to HAVE it. You know what it's like. I suppose that's why we're all here at this meeting of Sexaholics Anonymous.”“But when all else failed, and I was desperate, then I had sex with Teddy, my son Theodore. He certainly didn't mind. I mean he knew mommy's problem. Hell who didn't? I mean, if.