He knocked at the door, anxious to see Marge and what she would be wearing. It would tell him a lot about how the evening might turn out. He waited ne...rly a minute and no one came to the door. Then he heard Marge’s voice on an intercom beside the door. ‘The door’s open, come in. I’m not decent yet so just wait in the living room and I’ll be out as quickly as I can.’ George opened the door and stepped into a lovely apartment with modern furniture and hardwood floors. It was bright and cheery. There's flesh on the bones all right. But not much. She weighs forty-eight kilos and that's just right for her 153 centimeters.She's a natural blonde with a straight nose, full lips and brown eyes that always seem to sparkle with a secret smile, like she knows something that no one else knows.Tonight she wore a little black dress with spaghetti straps, no bra, I don't think she owes one, tangas and I knew that she wore stockings, I think they're called 'stay ups'. Just knowing that she was. The AI got awfully touchy too. I don't think any of them (AI's) like admitting that they're not both omniscient and omnipotent. I suspect that they really relish the fact that we are in awe of them. And they really don't want to give that awe away.Of course I'm only guessing about the motivation behind the AI's unwillingness to tell us about things. There remains the fact that for most of humanity we simply don't have the knowledge base to understand what we're being told by the AIs. I've asked. And it just feels better," I told her.Allison was quietly watching me and finally said, "Well, I guess I'm in," and pulled off her nighty and panties to get up with her sister and began rubbing her pussy."I've seen it on the computer. Does yours shoot out like a fire hose over and over?" Allison asked."You'll see and pretty soon, too, this is really hot doing it together like this," I groaned."Are we making you feel like more sexy-like? Does it make you want to cum?" Yvonne asked."Oh, just.