It was mostly necking and petting, a little pussy licking and finger fucking with the braver girls. I had some real cuties, too. Nobody ever suspected...a thing, either, but it gave me such a rush to carry my secret (if they only knew!)The ladies were a little different. They knew they were doing something wrong and that society wouldn’t look the other way, yet they couldn’t help themselves. I found I had a knack for sensing their interest in me and I had a real talent for seduction. They always. Although she had her knees together I could still see the little white triangle of her borrowed panties as the denim skirt was a bit short and the bottom button was missing so I was thinking all is not lost however I was curious as to how she would explain to her mum how she had a different outfit on from when she left home, Daisy was quick to tell me that as her mum was still in bed when she left this morning she had no idea what she had on so there was a good chance she would be none the. I was positive that nothing would go wrong. That was my mistake! That was the source of all the mad scientists' mistakes. Dr. Frankenstein was too eager to build his perfect man and I was too eager to build my memory transfer machine! I said, "Okay. But only if you are sure you want to do it." She nodded her head yes and sat down on the left side of the transference machine. I reluctantly connected the electrodes to her head, then sat down on the right side and attached the electrodes to my own. He usually licks my pussy to confirm that I’m nice and slippery. Then he leans over me and plunges his cock downwards into me, hard and fast like a pile-driver or a jack-hammer.”“Oh! I bet he loves that!”“Yes, he does! And he usually cums very quickly that way; much faster than I do. So afterwards he licks my cum-filled pussy to finish me to my orgasm. But, the ‘pile-driver’ really stretches me out and makes me sore the next day. So, we only do it for special occasions. And he, being gracious.