She had a quick wit, and we shared the same humor. She was fun to talk to. “Hey Karen”, I said as I plopped down in the “visitor chair” all of...our cubes had. She looked up and smiled, her face outlined a bit by the little desk lamp she had on. “They got you working too?” she asked back. We exchanged idle chit-chat for a few minutes. As we did, my eyes kept straying down to her breasts. Normally I can control myself, but not this time. I noticed her nipples were poking up against her button down. It was a very rare occasion when Betsy took much of an interest in her appearance. From what others had said, it appeared that the last time she was so concerned with her outfit was when she was getting ready for her first date with Chuck. The story was that she had been in a tizzy.“You look pretty,” Kelly said.“Do you really think so?” Betsy asked.“Yes. You make a beautiful bride,” Kelly said.Betsy wasn’t sure that she believed Kelly. After all, mothers were supposed to say things like that.. ..”“First off son.” Hartwell stated cutting Zimmel off. “Explain just what in the hell you are talking about.”“Oh, uh ... yes sir. Ace says that Miss Lucie experienced sensory overload. That if she were an A.I. like the ships, she could just reset her sensors. I remembered that many of the Emperor’s command crew had PTSD, that an A.I. went in and basically reset part of their brains. I believe that the same thing might work here, though we might have to adjust more for what she experienced.” A. I started it in earnest one night when he was on the phone. We were stroking each other when his phone rang. With great annoyance he answered the phone. A thought crossed my mind: just because he is on the phone, doesn’t mean I can’t keep him hard. So when I saw he was focused on the person at the other end of the phone, I got on the floor between his leg and wrapped my mouth around his cock. Andy let out an audible gasp and looked at me like I was crazy. I shrugged my shoulders and continued..