I was the opposite, tall, huge, brace-faced, for-eyed, (you get the picture) not attractive. We played basketball together, and I remember distinctly ...inning. The great feeling of triumph over a boy in a sport that I benched-warmed all through middle school was a vivid feeling. Rarely do I bring it up, but it is a fond memory. I remember faintly our goodbyes. His promises of staying in touch seemed too good to be true, and boy, was I right. I hadn’t heard from him since. I heard my aunt call my. Even so, many of them continue to argue to the contrary.I have finally concluded that whether mine are actually simulated, or not, there is no quantitative difference in the end. My feelings and emotions, as I discover and add to them over time, are every bit as real to me as any human's.My Happiness at seeing Anna. My Pleasure and Enjoyment of both sex, and receiving commands from those I accept them from. My Love and Sorrow at the loss of Samuel. And the Closeness I feel for a few exceptional. So&hellip, Danielle pushed me onto my back. Gripping my cock, she straddled me to easily impale herself on it to the hilt, her delicious pussy so wonderfully slick with lust. Oh, wow! she gasped, sitting up straight with her hands clasped behind her head. Ive had lots of things in there, but nothing hard has ever felt so soft! Its all been plastic and bony fingers, not skin that feels soft to mine. What the fuck did I let myself miss? I think I went cross-eyed when Danielle took me into her.. “My father said I was perfect.”Yeah, he was banging you at the time.“So.”So, men will say anything to get between your legs.“Not my father,” she argues.Especially your father.“You’re just jealous he didn’t want to fuck you.”To each their own.“Why are you a lesbian?”I told you I wasn’t.“You sure don’t act like it.”Will you shut up already?“I can’t,” the witch says cheerfully. “I’m too excited.”I’m sure you are.“My father has such a wonderful dick,” she continues.Maybe.“Maybe? Did you see that.