“It’s only natural, you don’t need to feel uncomfortable,” she tells me in a soft soothing way, “this is a very arousing situation.” Her ...ords make me blush even deeper than before, my insides clench and I feel a little moistness wet my inner thigh. I gulp and try to hide my feelings behind a big smile. “God I hope she doesn’t think I’m a perv,” I pray inwardly. She takes a few photos of me sitting on the chair with my legs spread, the back of the chair hiding my spread open pussy. The cold. Granted most never reemerged, it was how they tried tounderstand what went wrong.The icy tingle wasn't from the proximity of all the Delta's I knew wherethere. It was from having been there before, we'd been taken there whenthey drew the DNA to create the rest of our series. That was before theyknew there was a programming flaw.The flaw was all the programmers trying to cross program all of us insteadof just one. In fact no records existed of just what programming we'd beengiven invitro.I knew. .oh there...!” Melissa began to pant and rock against him. Shawn stayed hard within her, moving with her as he felt her begin to shudder. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “Cum for me...cum for me now!” With a cry, she did, throwing her head back, her pussy milking his dick as her cum ran down his balls and her spread legs. Still buried deep inside her, Shawn leaned forward and tucked Melissa's hair behind her ear so he could see the orgasm flush that had turned her smooth, olive-skinned. Dupree raised an eyebrow. “I accidently… um… well when I was…” Mrs. Dupree gave a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, take your time.” “I’m so sorry… I… I masturbated.” Pippa screwed her eyes shut. Mrs. Dupree didn’t give any reaction or answer. The teacups had been placed on a tray along with two small plates and knives. Pippa held the doors open as Mrs. Dupree carried the tray through to the lounge. Sophie looked up at Pippa as if to ask her how it went and Pippa shrugged her shoulders. Mrs. Dupree.