I know you love me. That was the most pleasure anybody has ever given me – maybe every pleasure I’ve ever had all added together equals a fraction...of what you just made happen for me. Where the fuck did you learn that?”I kissed her again. “Elsa had it done to her last night.”Brita sat up slightly. “Well, she’s in love with whomever did that to her. I can’t begin to tell you what that felt like ... your hand touching my sweet spot inside me, ramping me up, and then helping me crest and pushing. And why wouldn't believe it since seemed like from the age 3 and on every time an older male got around me, he would cop a feel of my chest or my pussy. Then there was an incident when me and a girl cousin licked each other once and that was it, 3 secs and it was over. I was molested 1 time when I was 10. Though I felt dirty it was around that time that I started masturbating, and could bring myself to some outrageous orgasms, let me tell you. At age 15 I was dared to have sex for the first. "I don't know, but I figure she does. I think it's really cool how they can see a mouse run around on the ground, while they're all the way up in the sky ... Oh, look! There it goes!" John exclaimed excitedly, pointing at how the eagle was taking a dive to the ground.They stood in silence for a minute, watching how the eagle grabbed a prey and flew away to its nest. When they lost sight of the eagle, they continued their trip again, merrily chatting about what they had just witnessed.On the way. More than that, her memories and experiences saved me from the very loss of my own. Not that I would have recognized their value at that time. Only much later would I realize how invaluable my first days of existence had been. Those days that I was allowed, or forced, to operate the way I did shaped my thinking patterns uniquely in ways that would benefit me in times to come.This early initialization of my heuristic routines would lead me to rely on them far more than the average robot, even at.