It really wasn't hard to do and now I was watching porn in bed, the covers pulled up to my waist, my panties down around my ankles, my fingers up insi...e me getting me off over and over.I was fifteen, hadn't had sex yet though I was on the pill; my mom told me she just didn't want to risk my making a mistake. Well, I needed a boyfriend for that to happen but, well, I took them anyway, you just never know.I was masturbating four or five times a day. I know that sounds more like a boy would do but. Finally her ErotoBot would be fixed and could get down to the job she had specifically bought it to do. Fuck her brains out. She had sent the return to home command and, depending on how far away it was, the sex robot should be home at any time.Looking through her wardrobe for just the right outfit Monica laughed at the idea of dressing up to have sex with a machine. She may as well put on a nice hat and then shaft herself silly with a huge, plastic vibrator.Still it somehow made it feel more. It just went to show that they couldn't trusted. She and Valerie would have to think again about the arrangements they were making for Barry.The woman had no idea where the man might have gone to; she had never imagined that he would do anything like this, couldn't guess what might have brought this on as he had always seemed so content with his lot.Margery had her own ideas. But then she'd found the small leaflet stuffed behind a radiator in the man's room. The leaflet carried a male symbol. Theredidn't seem to be much options, and wearing the tights was not unfamiliarto him. In fact he had found he quite liked it and would leave them onfor a while after his winter cycle rides.The panties were OK. He was used to wearing forma fitting underwear undercycling leggings and the tights were good quality, M&S with a nice glossfinish. He was careful to bunch them up before pulling them gently up hislegs. He usually only shaved in summer, but there wasn't much leg hairand the tights were.