Whitfield demonstrated a warmth of heart and lightness of spirit I had never observed in her, as if a heavy weight was gone from her soul. I contempla...ed Father's comments and my observations of her, especially at Mr. Whitfield's funeral where she shed no tears and appeared to be relieved when his coffin was in the grave.Watching her interplay with Father, I realized they were flirting, and, while she took the lead, he matched her measure for measure, joyfully participating in their play. It. He should be hurt; he should jealous but he just couldn’t bring himself to do so. He knew Jeff better than Alan and he also knew that he played around a lot. In the early days of their friendship he would tell him the lurid details of his conquests. Women he knew; some that he even worked with, Jeff would give graphic descriptions of the way he fucked them and their enjoyment of his cock. Alistair remembered one girl that Jeff had been fucking. She worked in his office and was just nineteen. Jean found the androids interesting in that Mark had designed them to look like tall Pix. They stood 140cm tall. Their skin was actually soft and warm to touch and had a pale pinkish tone like the Pix people. They each had very human like faces that were each slightly different so that they were easily recognised.The lack of hair, human looking eyes and feet, since they didn’t have individual toes, were a giveaway that they weren’t human but even so, it wasn’t something she dwelled upon. They. She was hungry, needy, in a way I hadn’t seen in many months. Biting, licking, she attacked my nipples. It hurt to a point, the kind of sharp sensations that just drive me crazy. I watched as Debbie kissed down my stomach. She tore my jeans open, and tugged the front of my boxer-briefs down. As her hands worked my pants off, her lips didn’t wait. Wetness and heat engulfed my needy prick. Hard, deep, fast, she had no tenderness or mercy in mind. She gulped so hard, thrust so gruff it too almost.