”The sand at the bottom of the depression stirred.“Yes!” gasped the lampad. “Do it! Explode out and come at me!”I frowned.The sand burst up ...t the bottom of the depression. Pincher-like mandibles burst out of it. The antlion's head appeared. Lasla gasped as the first of its legs wriggled out. it pulled its body out, more and more of its worm-like form appearing. It had legs, though, lots of them thrusting beneath its segmented body.I shot my right hand from her nipples to her clit. I slammed to. I've never liked the obvious name for these dolls, and had already taken the option to specify it otherwise during her creation. Maybe just because it has been used millions of times already. I remember an animated Superman where the show creators must have faced the same dilemma. Or maybe they didn't want to be sued for trademark infringement on their own busty blonde, incredibly sexy, robot woman. I liked their choice better, and now confirmed it back to her."Darci," I said to her. "Your name. “I sure did.” “Vhat are you doing” she asked as I reached for my jeans, “Ve’re not finish yet.” She turned to the sink and began to fill a wash basin with water, then put it on the floor and had me squat over it.She soaped up my ass and rinsed me off with a washcloth. “Oh my God” I thought “Could this be what I think it is?” I was right. She got me down on the bed and knelt between my legs. Then she pushed my legs up and licked my asshole, just like that.She held my cock and said “He’s sleepy. Afterremoving my shirt, she held out the straps and helped me fasten the bararound my back. I must admit it felt good to have my breast supportedand help with their sensitivity. Deborah then gave me one of her shirtsto wear with darts to allow for my breast. That afternoon we headed forthe beauty parlor for my regular appointment. Angela greeted us andimmediately, noticed my bra and commented on how nice I was developing.After washing my hair I was seated in Angela's styling chair and.