"You are okay sweetie, everything will be okay. Well I am sorrythis happen you wetting yourself, but at least it happened at home andnot at work or in...the mall. Oh that would of been a terrible thing,don't you agree?" Yes mommy I guess you are right, it is good it happened here and notout in the public." Leave it to my real mom to think of somethingpositive out of me pissing in my pants.I feel mommy taking my hand. "Come upstairs sweetie and you can getthose wet clothes off. Is that your purse. I took a steadying breath as he massaged the sensitive nub he found, every time he passed over it I would gasp and buck, he teased me slowly, building up and then slowing down until I was a writhing ball of need. But then he made a move that I didn’t expect, he slid down the bed, still between my legs, moving the restricting panties away and off my ankle. He picked up my legs behind the knee and, starting with my foot, planted gentle kisses progressively higher, past my knee and onto my. I have no idea how to use this stuff,” he argued. “What if I hurt you?” he paused, thoughtfully, “Or worse - what if I hurt me?” Carrie stood and placed a hand on each of Derrick’s forearms. “That’s not going to happen,” she said in a soothing voice. “Everything here is preheated with predetermined settings.” She released one arm and started tugging the yoga shorts down inch by inch. Worry clouded Derrick’s ocean eyes, he ran a nervous hand through his sandy blonde locks. “You really want me to. Eating and sleeping became optional rather than necessary as the bots were capable of sustaining you now as they had during your "death." Your old life was dead, so you moved yourself across the country and started a new one. It was the fantasy of many a super-nerd to have superpowers and for all intents and purposes, you now had them. So you got to work. You trained in several forms of martial arts, which was drastically sped up by the whole not needing to sleep thing. The ol' engineering.