Maine Prakashi ko jaise hi kamre me aate huye dekha to apna phanphanaata huya lund apne lower me aisa fit kara ki jisse wo upar tambu ki tarah tan jay... aur prakashi ko wo dikh jaye aur jaise he wo kamre me baith kar jhaadu lagane lagi mai bilkul uske saamne khada ho kar apne lund ko sehlaane laga Prakashi ne nazar utha kar dekha aur phir neeche dekh kar jhaadu lagane lagi maine dheere se apna lower neeche kara aur apna 8” lund apne haath me lekar muthiyaane laga phir jaise hi meri pyari. From young to old. From fat to fit. From male to female. All until they found the right parameters for them.Imagine being able to also tweak the “personality” of the avatar to better act as a human might. Or even as a servant. The created “person” could be made to be cheerful, timid, brash, shy, energetic, quiet, obedient, rebellious or any combination that the blessed individual would like.And even thoughts. The blessed individual may even implant what type of thoughts the avatar is likely to. It was obvious that Janice felt left out, felt on the wrong side of an unfair dividing line."Janice," Mandy said when they had climbed onto the bed, "I really did mean this a boon for you. It wasn't me shuffling the snotty little sister out of the way." But I wanted to SEE!" whined Janice.Mandy laughed. "Janice, you will be able to see everything, right here! The AI will project the images." We tried that before," Janice complained, "and it was too far away. We really couldn't see well at. She kept her arms across her chest even as she leaned back into the chair. Her eyes looked downward and she made her hair fall over her face. But I could tell she was peering up through the strands of her hair.I lifted my cock out of my boxer shorts and stroked it slowly, feeling it thicken and rise in my grip. I lifted my t-shirt away to expose my hairless, lean belly.She unfolded her arms just as I did this. Her nightgown was tight around her breasts and it was evident she was no longer.