Then I realized that I was in communication with an entity that called its self the WE. I realized that the WE were the nanites that we placed in the ...ats and Jane. What ever we did networking the nanites made the WE self-aware. They are curious. What is scary is that they are studying us. Not just us outside but what makes us tick inside. Things like Human BIOS. The other thing is that with the nanites in Jane, she is virtually immortal. She can die but only by extreme violence. The WE are. Jisme uncle,aanti unke do ladke or ek ladki thi. Dono ladko ki shaadi ho chuki thi.or ladki jiska naam pooja or age 25 thi abhi apni graduation complete ki thi. Ek din main apni chhat par baith kar apna tuition ka work kar raha tha.tabhi wo bhi chhat par aa gai. Humare ghar aapas main jude hain baaki ghar humaare ghar se neeche hai bas humaare hi ghar unche hai or jo unche ghar hai wo kafi door hai jisse hamari chhat par kya ho raha hai kisi ko kuch nahi dikhai de deta.Wo apni chhat par ghoom. As I was opening my book, The goddess from the airport sat in the seat directly across from me. I looked somewhat at my book, but over the top of my glasses at this stunning woman. Her blouse still open enough to see the full roundness of her breast kept my attention until she sat down exposing long, shapely legs, and a full view of her panty-less, clean shaven pussy. A bulge started to rapidly fill my pants. I looked up from my book, directly into her eyes, she smiled warmly, winked, and wet. ” As she spoke, he took his hard cock into his hand, rubbing the head over her lips. Her tongue darted out to taste. He drew back to tease her move, running his cock over her chin then her cheeks. The triangle of curls at the juncture of her thighs glistened with moisture. Already she wanted him. He commanded her in a rough voice. “Open your mouth, my lovely Dorcas.”Obediently, her lips parted. He slid just the head of his throbbing cock into the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. A groan was.