As I stood there panting away, my young lover grabbed her shirt, stood and put her finger to her lips then mine. I watched as she turned away and dro...ped her shirt over her head as she walked out the door. It took me a couple more minutes to realize I was still standing there with my pants around my ankles. I quickly pulled them up and headed for the door. I caught a glimpse of her figure walking down one of the rows of campers. I wanted to follow, but decided now was the time to listen to. But rape was only rape if one party didn't consent. The machine, having no will of its own, no self-awareness, no consciousness, neither knew nor cared whether the person sitting in it consented or not. It simply did what it was designed for. Sexual stimulation. Nothing more, nothing less. Whether that was rape or not was entirely up to the person being stimulated.That brought up another interesting question. Why would her dad buy her mom something like that? Obviously it was for her benefit,. " It turns out she'd been to our house several times for parties, study groups, and sleepovers. I didn't really recognize her, but I hadn't really paid that much attention to the girls my daughters hung around with, just the guys."Oh, you two are going to be great together," she commented, once again leaving me wondering just what everyone else knew that I didn't.Once we got to Monica's, Janette waited and let me open the car door for her. "I wish you'd give lessons to some of the guys my age,". She cheated on me, though admittedly I cheated a few times as well. Flings, I should add. Hers was a more serious affair,” the Honorable Duane Corbett, Governor of New Mexico, observed for my benefit.“So, why doesn’t she just marry him?” I probed, rather curious about this matter, even as I caressed Feng Xiao in front of them and Sandra groped Corbett as well.“I think because she wants to milk me for more alimony,” the Governor admitted, “it was a rather unpleasant divorce. I called her.