Resigned to facing my father half naked having just slept with his son, I headed upstairs. I slowly stepped into the kitchen. My dad was at the stove,...his back to me. He looked to be just wearing a flannel robe, which was quite a shock as I almost never saw my dad not dressed."Hi, pumpkin," he said as he turned towards me. He was holding a plate full of pancakes, which he then placed down on the island bar between us. "Dig in." Ok" I answered. He didn't seem mad or anything. If fact he actually. We were both enthusiastically devouring each other, our moans filling the room, and it just remained to be seen who would cum first. Of course I don't think either of us was surprised when it ended up being Becky. I could feel her snug pussy become even more engorged around my pumping finger and continued to lick her even as she started to shake. She briefly ceased sucking my cock as she let out a cry of pleasure, which was fine with me as I was still focused on eating her sweet young pussy.. Holland Campbell's idea was to create a robot brain that could dream. A brain that could come with ideas on its own.People had been trying this for decades, but none had succeeded. Until now. At least that's what he believed.Seven people sat around the table. Campbell paced around the room. Holographic displays showed strings and strings of code. Green symbols meant the code was good to go. Yellow was for minor bugs. Blinking red indicated problems.And there was far too much blinking red for. I didn’t know you like looking at big women she said. Still lost I said without knowing replied your the reason I come here in the summer time just to see you in the yard working with a t-shirt on. Oh yeah she said. Yep I sure do. I think you have the perfect body and your very attractive. She moved closer to me and said stop lying and at the same time my dick is rock hard pressed against her stomach. All of a sudden I kissed the fuck out of her while grabbing a chunk handful of tits. Her.