"You are very welcome, Charles," the digital image replied, a smile returning to its face, "and thank-you for being so courteous. It has been millenni... since any human has addressed me so politely."I smiled in response to that and then looked around me once more. Dork was still holding the woman in his grip and while the woman had stopped struggling I could tell that she wasn't very happy. I could also see that the other prisoners were looking very baffled by my interaction with the computer.. After a few minutes of fingering, I mentioned how "in the way" her pants were and began to tug them lower. In only a few moments I had the pants down and off. Quickly I undid my own pants and pulled them off then fell back to making out. In the midst of one especially deep kiss I pulled my cock out of my boxers, moving it a little closer to her pussy, and pulled her panties to the side. Moving forward gently I felt my cock sink inch by inch into Sarah's soaking pussy. Sarah was still not. Now her eyes were streaked with red from crying. Her crows feet only appeared when she smiled and she looked ten years younger. Michelle's large bosum made most people assume she was at least twenty, so many assumed mother and daughter were really sisters only a few years apart in age.Megan was also quite tall measuring a little over six feet. Hair, bosum, and height were all part of her Nordic/Germanic heritage and her daughter was following in Megan's footsteps. Megan was also quite fit and. It is not overly complex to find someone with this yearning. I simply slip though the Stream, the small reality what lurks behind your mirror. When going through the Stream, I hear what one says on the other side and find the looking glass. Most people don’t realize how much can be heard when they think they are alone. Of course one may find the odd person watching a bad porno at 2 am or a drunken roll in the sac, but those are casually ignored. I seek something more. Tonight, I slip through.