I was intimidated and shy looking at his beautiful hard body and I was just a skinny k** with some beginning muscle tone (5’6” 130). We got in th... shower together and he told me not to be self-conscious because I will fill out with muscle with him as coach. You’re good looking for a white guy he said. I blushed.A skinny 14 year old teenage white k** with a well-built black coach. He then instructed me to wash him and I was getting hard as I washed his rippling muscles and worked my way down. I felt the inside of her walls as she met my thrusts back. I kissed her and she bit my lower lip. Then I pushed her against the wall on the side of the balcony. She leaned back and gasped. We kept at it for some time until I could feel my first orgasm approaching. "I'm about to come any minute now, mom."I rammed my mom and thrusted with force against her pussy. I was getting close but my mom told me to slow down because she wanted to cum with me. I got on the floor and placed my mom's legs on. In truth, there is nothing magical about a messenger’s powers. All she does is to combine, and to untiringly practice, the skills of the athlete, the acrobat, the martial arts champion, the escape artist, the conjurer, the navigator, the pathfinder, the hunter, and the warrior. Plus those of the herbalist, the poisoner, the surgeon, the healer, the torturer, the spy, the courtesan, the linguist, the scribe, and the cryptologist, and a few others, which each messenger chooses for herself,. Just the fact that Lucy could even suspect that Darlene might also be a robot is a tribute to Lucy's powers of observation and deduction. Even here in private, Darlene's remote was well locked away. And as she had been doing for longer than Lucy had been shut down, Darlene was mimicking Lucy's small, very human, gestures."Do I know you?" Lucy queried again."Yes," Darlene replied. "We've made love together before." When?" came the plaintive question.Darlene responded with spatial and temporal.