. but nymphs don't exist!" He protested. She tilted her head, a hurt look on her face, "Don't exist? So... did how I suck your cock just now... did th...t not happen? Did you not just lick and suck on my sex? Am I not talking now? Am I some hallucination, or figment of your imagination? Could your mind have conjured me from thin air?" That stopped him. There was no way he'd hallucinate all this, and she was most definitely real. Wondrously, amazingly, arousingly real. Certainly no fantasy of his. The robotic parts loader has a large, long, articulated arm that is basically a small crane. The arm alone weighed over 300 lbs and could lift over a ton. The robot's arm could however only perform a pre-programmed sequence in a specific area. I was working very quickly to reprogram the robot on the fly. I didn't change the arm's action, I was doing something different. The robotic arm was programmed with several safety sensors, and would immediately stop if anything came inside of its. I parted my legs and stood there challenging the cars and the night and revelling in the power I felt. Then I turned around and bent over so my breasts hung down and I could see my shadow on the grass from the lights. For a few seconds I let the drivers get a full view of my great arse then I straightened, turned and faced the traffic once more then picked my coat up and walked slowly to the fence. I straddled it as I climbed over and paused to feel the rough wood on my wet lips but although. "Yes, Jocko, tonight is going to be the biggest night of your life, and possibly even the biggest night of my life. Who knows? I could end up like that girl Tom told me about. I could get killed, and this could turn out to be the last night of my life. It just might turn out that way. I don't think it will, and I don't want it to, but that's the way it could happen."She walked over to Jocko and began to stroke his flanks."You feel the same way," she said, stroking him harder and harder, and.