Small nose, high cheekbones and full lips. She looked like she either had a damned good plastic surgeon or she was blessed by god. (Looks are always d...ceiving.) Tiny, cute breasts and a thin five-foot frame.She was the prototypical angelic, suburban slut."Do you want to or not?" whispered Sara seductively through the phone. Becky said yes, and fifteen minutes later Sara was gently knocking on her front door to be let in so the fun could begin.Becky let Sara in and they headed to the living were. Arggggghhhh!” Pippa started getting breathless, as I slammed into her yet again, taking her good and hard.“Alright, wife, you asked for it, you got it!” I teased Pippa as I yanked her lovely blonde hair and rammed her even harder, driving deep inside her lovely British twat.“Oh ... God ... yessss!” Pippa exclaimed, her pussy so slick now from my cock inside her that she could put out a fire with her juices alone ... and then I eased a finger into her butt.It was like creating a brand new. That happened now and then anyway.It would have been so much easier to do this with an Eve unit, but it wasn't company business. It was personal. To start involving them in my personal shit would pretty much destroy the part of me that was left. If I didn't want to go into storage between jobs for them, I had to keep them out of my business.I went back and shut myself down except for a small power drain while I schemed. I seriously needed an end game plan, but I didn't have one. My whole plan. " Peter? Matthew?" asked McCock."Later" said both ladies in unison, with Sally going on, "this is far more important." We don't want to lose you." persisted Nan."Shelly already has lost her man" McCock pointed out in hard tones.Sir Lancelot coughed,"Ladies, shall we postpone the family argument until you get home? Let me give you a bit of medical history which, I think is relevant, and I will then go on to what I might be able to do for Mr McCock.Early in the twenty first century, research.