Mary is a virtual lady constructed by the WE to communicate to the humans. I was a retarded person with an IQ of less than 50. The plan was to let Mar... repair my brain and then occupy me. It did not work because as my brain was repaired my personality also developed. Every one was in a quandary.I broke the quandary by volunteering to break the WE — Human communication protocol. I was grateful to Mary and she needed a body. So here we are. Yesterday Mary found herself cut off from the WE and it. Wasn’t thinking stepbrother...she just saw a fat erect boner wandering into their girly scene...it was like part two was beginning....Stella had that lustful, uninhibited edginess now; completely unchecked ...and guided James’ hot rod straight into his stepsister’s moist ready coochie from behind ....deliberately spreading her legs and getting her bent over the washing machine. Stella was mimicking thrusting too...pushing into James body from behind.James suddenly realised it was Christmas day. I was still bent over when I was startled by the hand that just seem to move up between my legs from behind. I almost jumped from the intimate touch but as the hand closed over my wet mound I heard a whispered 'shhhhh'.'Eric? ' I said, unsure and questioning.'Shhhhh', came the reply. 'You scared me', I said laughing nervously, trying to look behind me as his fingers started to move. I closed my eyes in pleasure moaning softly, 'Eric'.His hand on my back pushed me down and forward over the sofa. I grabbed at the buttons on her dress, frustrated in my hurry to feel her naked flesh. The young woman stepped back, and easily slid out of it, revealing her gorgeous figure and pulling my cock out of my pants. She was soon devouring it in her mouth. I could hear little moans and whimpers, as she took her pleasure."Fuck me over a barrel," she rasped as she pulled her mouth away and kissed me on the lips. She lay across a barrel, offering her wet pussy to me as she rubbed vigorously. "Mm mm.