It was then that she felt her arousal picking back up from the point where she had put it on pause, and she knew that she could have made herself cum,...but she had ceded that control to him. She may have given the trigger to him but she still reserved the right to pick the target, and guided his talented mouth toward her reawakened nipples. ‘Please,’ was all she said and sucked a breath in as he started using his hands to squeeze and caress her breasts, ‘Oh damn that’s so good,’ she said. As he placed the shotglass on the counter and began pouring; Arnie was standing next to Julie and cleared his throat."What?" Michael asked.Arnie looked down at the shotglass and then up at him. "You don't need that," he said."Yeah, I guess it's kinda moot at this point, huh?" Michael replied.He walked upstairs to their bedroom to get a shirt on. Android, or no android; Julie had set the thermostat way low and he was cold. He found his robe and put it on. At the very least, it covered the. I just need to do what I have to do, that's all. It's no big deal now you know all about it."My mother didn't say anything but stared at me intensely for a long time. A very long time. As if she was making a decision, she raised her hands to her face, balled them into small fists then, with a little squeak of submission, she flung her arms out wide and took another step towards me. It was like she had stepped over some sort of emotional and moral line in the sand and only later would I realize. Bewildered, she looked through the keyhole to see a very attractive man dressed in a polo and khaki pants. She opened the door slightly, the chain still holding it mostly closed. “May I help you?” she asked through the crack in the door. “Hi, Melissa. My name is Dave. I own a few condos here, and I wanted to check on you. You’re my only tenant right now. Do you know how to secure the storm shutters?” “No. I didn’t know there were storm shutters.” She opened the chain and let him in, fervently.