" Ugh, that again. Every five years a robot company gets a wild idea." You forget we're national officers of an American Moralist Society." Not at all... dear husband. A negative Rand report and sex robots are dead, along with Smart Suits, whatever they are." I don't fancy a cute sex robot, or a cuter Chicago hooker in a Smart Suit climbing in my lap to seduce me." Don't be rediculous, Monty. I wouldn't TOUCH a sex machine or a sex person demonstrating such a vulgarity. Sex robots are just not to. Mom handed mesome new panties, I slipped them on, then saw a serious problem. Thethin material did nothing to hide the obvious, so I took the time totuck things away, for the moment anyway. With my hair still damp, shesat me in a chair and began to put rollers in my hair, one after theother until she had almost depleted her supply. Then she sprayed my hairwith something, put a plastic cap over it all, and took me to herbedroom. Watching her in the mirror, she applied the foundation, apowder,. She showed up at the appointed time, wearing an old dress that was something she wouldn't mind losing. It was the perfect site, half the units in the park were empty, and being the weekend there was noone else around. She knew she was in the right place, on the ground was the mattress she'd spent the previous weekend on. She got out of her car, walked away from it towards the mattress, and shifted into stupid bimbo cunt mode. "Hello? Honey? Where are you? I thought we were meeting at a mall or. I loved every inch of it. But we had mirrors.Sophie, my daughter's namesake visited. Julie married van der Rott and sent Sophie out to all parts of the world instead of going herself."She's expecting as well," said Sophie after I picked her up at the airport and brought her home and she cooed over my children. "It must be in the Dutch water." We talked about things since we'd last met."Have you seen Greg the Hell's Angels leader?" asked Bess."Yes," said Sophie, handing her a letter. "He wanted.