His hands start at my calves, caressing and massaging up towards my thighs. I could feel his manhood pressing into me, but knew I should be stopping t...is, but was powerless to do so. His fingers reached my inner things, caressing enticingly. His thumb brushes against my womanhood, sending exquisite shivers through my body. He inserts one finger caressing on the inside, setting my juices flowing. Driving me to the brink of ecstasy, when he inserts a second, which sends me into my first orgasm.. . I bet you would you horrid man, thought Claire. Must check her out when we get home to see if she’s OK. Her vagina is precious, just like mine. Having endured Melrose’s admittedly huge – the biggest she’d encountered, cock several times to gain his trust and funding from his father’s bequest, to enable her to further her project, Daisy didn’t seem to have suffered in the previous internment at his centre. But check she would, during the session Daisy and Claire would enjoy later.Claire drove. It wasn't long before we stood there, naked to the waist, moving our chests against one another and hungrily kissing.At last she broke the embrace, unbuckled my belt and pushed down my pants and jockey shorts. My penis stood up at proud attention, reveling in her fond gaze and caressing hand movements. I found the waist button for her skirt, and undid it, allowing the skirt to drop to the floor. We each bent over to remove our shoes, then jumped on the bed.Lying side by side, we kissed deeply,. ”“You crafty little bastard,” said the genie.✧ ✧ ✧Guy goes into a bar, there’s a robot bartender. The robot says, “What will you have?” The guy says, “Martini.” The robot brings back the best martini ever and says to the man, “What’s your IQ?” The guy says, “168”. The robot then proceeds to talk about physics, space exploration and medical technology.The guy leaves, but he is curious, so he goes back into the bar. The robot bartender says, “What will you have?” The guy says, “Martini”. Again,.