Watching her ass all the way, I couldn't help but notice the absence of a panty-line beneath the fabric. *****************************************... Laundry? Why the hell had I agreed to do the laundry, I wondered, dropping the basket onto the washing machine. It was a miracle that I did my own laundry, for Christ's sake. Scowling, I threw the lid of the washer open. To top it off, it wasn't even my fucking dirty clothes. I couldn't believe that Beckey had roped him into doing her. That tops my story by a mile. I can't imagine getting caught by my parents. For all they know, I'm still a virgin." "You are?" I ask sarcastically. "Oh no, but it's been so long since I've had a good lay, I might as well be." "Oh really. Been awhile, eh?", I say hoping this topic would continue. You reply, "Ya, my last relationship ended 6 months ago, and I really just buried myself in work." "6 Month!", I retort, with a smile. "Well, of course, BOB has been a trusted friend." "Bob?". "No, of course not, is why we want to pay you. Please, this isn't about exposing you, I'll tell you a secret only my husband knows, when I was a younger woman, I would make love to my brother all the time, my husband knew and he would watch but he passed away a few years back, plane crash but being given the chance to be close to that special connection again would make us both really happy." Sorry, I wasn't sure if you were just trying to make me admit it. How do I know you're not calling. The need to get herself back in shape to be able to watch over Samuel forced her hand. She quickly checked out the possible repair sites with the local robot community center and got a couple good recommendations. Figuratively crossing her fingers and holding her breath, Darlene went in for repair, emerging a couple hours later fully functional again.Samuel's infection, while not life threatening at this stage, was Darlene's first encounter with the human health care system.She quickly came to.