“You know, that thing isn’t doing you or me any good as it is.”“So what do we do?”“Change it out. Have surgery. Switch from a useless dick...to a pussy that we could both use.”“You want me to get rid of my dick and get a pussy?”“Why not? You dress as a woman. You live as a woman. You can’t make love like a man anymore. Get a pussy that we can both enjoy.”“I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”“We’ve been together for awhile now. Do this and after you’re healed, we’ll get married. And I’d rather be. He'd rarely ever visited London in his life before, but this unremarkable dilapidated suburb near the M40 motorway and serviced by the Metropolitan Line was so far out from the more famous sights of London that it was almost no different from living in an outer suburb of Exeter. But at least it was safe from Hen Flu: a disease whose tortuous path from its origins in Uruguay or Uzbekistan (depending on who you spoke to) was most keenly felt in England's South Western counties.Once upon a time,. We were taking turns to kiss her lips and breasts as she moved her hands to our groin areas, stroking a dick with each hand. She took each dick in her hands and began wanking us, her hands moving up and down in synchrony.One of the things that we had discussed previously was how I wanted to see her suck the other guys cock, and this seemed the right time to do just that. I said to her ” Do you fancy giving us both a blow job now”. She smiled and got off the bed onto her knees, leaving James and. ‘Maybe the users will come back.’ The program said hopefully. ‘It’s been so many cycles…I think they’ve forgotten us.’ The second program sighed. ‘Forgotten…?’ Zeke muttered, picking up Athena gently. It seemed to boggle the mind. There was a world in here, hundreds of thousands of programs, people, worked and lived in the System. They weren’t mindless like the last time he was here, now they were alive. They could think for themselves and could communicate with others. ‘You! Programs! Halt!’ A.