..it's not so much sexual as it is just she likes it. She went into the kitchen and started busying herself with dishes i had lazily left there to do...later when i couldn't resist. i walked into the kitchen and cupped her breasts before kissing her softly..kissing slowly down her back, i love that she works out and every kiss could feel that she does, as when i get to the base of her back i ease my tongue slowly back up and then down every ridge and bump of spine raking my nails down slowly as. " But what about... ?" Me and you? Well, I still like men Brian, but it's Lena I'm going to marry.You and all the others here are invited to the reception of course. I'm telling you first, and then Lena and me are going to get the girls together tomorrow and tell them over a drink. Until then, I'd like it to be between us for now."Brian obviously wanted to talk about it further, but I rose and headed for the door. Over my shoulder I said, "We'll send you an invite." I smiled and blew him a kiss. She wound the window down a touch and repeated her question. The small talk through her window lasted a while and didn't seem to mean a great deal until she said it was cold, and asked me if I wanted to hop into the passenger seat. I walked around the car and sat down.It was only then that I got a good look at her. She was attractive and I assumed she was in her mid to late 40's, but what was striking was that she was wearing a two-piece pyjama trousers and top set, and what appeared to be a. Though the doll was programmed with only a basic neural network, it would be sufficient for her needs. With a doll that looked exactly like her, faking her death would be a breeze. Forensic evidence had not caught up to cloning tech yet, so the simple nanite network in her bloodstream would be undetectable within moments of the doll’s death. Miranda had made certain that the doll was not marked with the Eve Industrial logo, which was generally how dolls were distinguished from real.