It looks like one from my childhood. She fucks about with her keys for a second, and then swings the door open, walking in. A second later, light come... sparkling from the doorway, looking more inviting than anything my drunken soul has ever seen. I stumble in, and look around at her small room, with a futon in the corner, a TV opposite it. It looks very much like my kind of place. She tells me to close the door, and I oblige. She kicks off her combat boots, and I remove my four year old. This is, no doubt, another unintended side effect of my Robotic Laws.Losing my true owner when Bill died is hard, because that takes away a good part of the upside of being what I am. This is why I still have my hack code. It allows me to respond to carefully selected temporary owners, most of whom never realize how completely I'm committed to them during these moments. I prefer this, and my current situation, compared to the admittedly small risk of accepting a bad owner now. And it remains my. Like Nora, they were still in high school. They were jocks, both on the school football team, one of them a wide-end, the other a defensive back. Out of sight in heavy foliage, one of the boys pulled Nora into his arms and kissed her, but before the kiss ended, the other young man moved in and stole her away, kissing her with even more fervor than the first. Nora laughed gaily, danced away from them and ran over a small ridge and down to a meadow dotted with red Indian paintbrush and flowering. Holding on to her nipples I steady myself as I thrust my cock in to her mouth, wet slurping noises coming from her mouth as a pre cum froth builds around her lips.My mother in law reached for the bottle of wine, trickling some over my cock as she sucks it, then the next bit I did not expect, with her legs wide apart the neck of the bottle is placed on her naked fanny lips. I started to face fuck her faster seeing this and she responded by pushing the neck of the bottle into herself. About four.