“Do you want me to kiss you? Please respond yes or no?”“Yes,” I said clearly.I felt her move close, I felt no breath because she didn’t brea...he.“My mouth is not metal. My mouth is like human beings.” I felt her kiss my neck, exactly where it turned me on. And it started to turn me on.“I like it,” I told her.“I know,” she replied as if it was obvious.I turned to face her and our lips met. She certainly knew how to kiss well. I never thought she could feel intense emotion like this. But I felt. The extent of her sexual pleasure was similar to mine; usually solitaire and more often with the aid of some vibrating toys. It was satisfying but there was still the absence of human touch. The right human touch really makes a difference!After hanging up the phone I began thinking more and more about the human touch part of the conversation. The more I thought about it, the more I felt the need to be touched. I was making myself horny just thinking about a possible erotic massage during my. Letting out a sigh and mentally chastising herself, she got up and went to put on her coat and boots. She grabbed her flashlight and headed out to the woodpile. After taking in one armful, she decided since it was snowing to go out and grab another just in case the snow started to come down harder. As she was walking back out to the woodpile, she heard a mournful howl in the distance that sent a shiver down her spine. Shining her light in the direction the sound came from she could not see. After this my dad pissed in the pot wisely without making any sound but I noticed sound of last drops. Then my father went to my mother’s cot. Only my ears were my friend. The whispers and sounds told the story. My father rode on my mother. I heard all the noise of fondling boobs opening clothes and then three pushes and then my dad’s ejaculation through a long breath oh my mother! She was left unsatisfied. She shouted slowly on my dad , what has happened to you. After lifting the fire you are.