She stares at him guarded and wary, but she responds with, You, scared to talk to me? I mean youre&hellip,youre hot and Im just me. You hang out with ...he popular kids, I hang out with the outcastes and weirdoes. Why were you scared? Im just an average girl, nothing special. But see thats the thing, there is just something about you. I cant put my finger on it, but there is just something about you that makes me nervous to talk to you and youre not just you, youre beautiful and id love to get. Problem solving using illogic is logical to humans in a nonlinear intuitively illogical way. 'It has to be logical otherwise it wouldn't work. So there.' Machines cannot do 'reason' like that. I was a machine but I did it. So, logically I was human. That conclusion was not logical, yet a truth. Machines overload in situations such as this and melt down. Humans just accept the answer and go on to the next problem. I was illogically proud of myself for not melting down, though if I had, there. Tamara felt his cane on the middle of her back persuading her to retake her position. Slowly she bent forward and again reaching for her toes; her long blonde hair slumping over her head towards the study carpet. Mr Masterson swished back his cane and instantly re-ignited her twin peaks, another and yet another seared her tender bottom and again she was up on her feet. Her hands worked hard to prepare for the last five strokes. Five strokes! The prospect daunted her. ‘Touch your toes young. I scooped her in my arms, holding her buttocks firmly, as her stockinged legs began to wrap around my waist. I eased her gently on to the tip of my cock as she opened her pussy slid my cock deep inside her.Her tight pussy walls gripped at my cock, as she moaned softly. Catherine placed her arms around my neck and began to ride my cock like the slut she obviously was.“I’m going to enjoy fucking you, you dirty cheating slut!” I said through gritted teeth.“Hopefully as much as I’m going to love.