"Her hands went over and rested on her knees. She was wearing what she wore most nights, a long t-shirt that d****d to mid thigh. Her hands slowly mov...d up her long legs. When she got to the bottom hem of her t-shirt she grabbed it and started lifting it up. When she got half way to her waist I realized something was under her shirt."What's going on?" I repeated.She did not reply but kept slowly lifting up her shirt. The object took shape. It looked like a smooth black dildo but I could not. She is of petite build and has sharp angular features.Due to the absence of a male figure in their lives and your Mom strictly refusing to date other men , you were the only one who qualified as the man of the house. Though you're not much older than your sisters, you're the closest thing next to a father figure and so they're very close to you and you love them more than anything in the world. Though there are a bit of perversions too on your behalf, you never let them affect your relationship. In the meantime, one of his hands made its way down to the pubic area of her body. Fran had previously shaved her mons so that it was clear and clean for her baby to explore. He found that her pussy was hot and wet and waiting for him. He worked his way down between her legs and just gazed at the wondrous love hole in front of his eyes. He looked up at Fran and then lowered his head and immediately started to lick and suck on those luscious labial lips, progressing slowly towards that. The design team had included a map of the sewers in the specifications so that the build team could insure the droid could navigate the various twists, turns and pipe size changes. It wouldn't do for a droid designed for traveling a 12" pipe to be stymied by encountering one larger, or smaller, in diameter.She had developed a clear mental image of the industrial zone. She knew what businesses were where, who made what and, more importantly, whose security was easy to bypass and whose inventory.