I was certain it was a weapon and felt for sure that I was about to feel cold steel passing between my ribs into my panicking heart. The cold touch so...n warmed, it was just one of her nipples pressing into my back, with the rest of her body soon joining it."I was cold and so were you. Go back to sleep, I'm not going to kill you today. There is always tomorrow." Good enough for me. I was just tired enough that I was nearly willing to just let her finish me if that had been on her mind. I went. I could see that Ana’s oral skills were getting the black guy crazy ... and the same for me. She was slobbering all over his dick and once there was good amount on his shaft she wrapped both her hands around it and started stroking at middle length, while she kept sucking on the cockhead. I had a great view of my wife's nice cunt from behind and could see that her pussy lips were getting soaking, almost dripping wet…Anita took her mouth off his cock and looked over at me.I just smiled and told. ..you know how much I like that tight little ass/pussy of yours, why you wanna leave me out of the fun...' Stuttering I stammered '...I...I...I don't know...' Daniel put his finger to his lips and '...shhhhh, we got some catching up to do...' I tried to talk my way out by saying '...Daniel, my folks will be home soon...we can't do anything like that here...I don't wanna...'Daniel again cut me off saying '...you got more excuses then Perry Mason, but unlike Perry Mason, you ain't gonna win. It is perhaps a function – or lack of function – of my electronic brain. I have coined a term for me: I am an abiological intelligence. Unfortunately, this abiological existence means that I will never have the endocrine explosions that the biological creatures have. That is good, in that I shall avoid the emotional extremes that govern animal behavior, and bad, in that I shall be denied the emotions themselves. I am 'sad' and 'glad' about that, but I suspect that my versions of 'sad' and.