You would have never guessed from her humble beginnings that she would become such a poised, elegant, skilled conversationalist, actually recruiting y...u. She had such a deft touch that you felt like you’d known her forever and that you were one of her favorite grandkids. I think when she was done with us, we all wanted her to adopt us. Dad and I both took mental notes on how she worked the room. Someday I wanted to be as effective as she was at gaining people’s trust. You could see people. Every man in the neighborhood had oggled at her as we would walk by. She was hungry, and so was I, so we went for our pizza before she finished with the groceries. After we finished eating, she went into her bedroom and changed into shorts, and a halter top, then went back to her groceries. Several times Sis would bend over, and I could see some long hairs from her bush sticking out of the crotch of her shorts around her thighs. "Quit looking at me like that, and behave, I'm your sister, not. She snapped awake and looked around her. Everything was as it should be - no android - no oily water - just her in the warm safe bed. Today was the day she needed to find some clothes for her new toy. She went into the lounge and her android was as she had left it, his penis had deflated and hung down between his legs - still very thick and smooth. She would need to buy something to keep that in place, but where? She was far too shy to buy men's underwear, she would have to make something until. Her mouth sunk down to the light brown thicket of pubic hair, as Liz rolled to her back and lifted her knees. Her hands were still entangled lovingly in the wavy black hair as Didi began to lick at the damp tunnel from which she had emerged sixteen years ago. As she made contact with the clitty, Liz gasped with pleasure. It had been just yesterday since she had had an orgasm, but Didi's mouth stimulated her powerfully. As her twat was surrounded and she felt suctioning of her juices, she began.