I was on the next level of pleasure.I couldn’t understand which feel I should enjoy first. I was wet for the first time in my life without fingering...myself! (Yes, I had been watching porn and fingering myself before 5 months of getting into a relationship when a friend of mine showed me how to do it when I was spending a night at her house).As it was a park, we didn’t go any further.After this, we started sexting imagining all the possible ways we would do our first time and all the fantasies. I promised myself to watch the weather. I didn’t have all my confidence back yet.I anchored the aircraft to the big anchors on the roof. There’s no sense in watching your helicopter take off on its own and fly into the ground. We all followed Janet down the stairs and into the kitchen where Janet’s mother was standing with her hands on her hips.Janet introduced her mother as ‘Martha Peterson’, and qualified her mother as one of the best cooks in Florida. Martha grinned at her daughter’s. My fingers worked their way under the side elastic and found my throbbing clit. I leaned over the book, deep in concentration... concentrating solely on my clit, that is. By leaning over, my pussy was now against the rough upholstered seat. My legs spread, I could rock my hips slowly, rubbing my pussy while massaging my clit.My head was down towards the book, but my eyes were still on those red panties. She had shifted in her seat now, leaning back in the chair, her legs spread farther apart.. .. Stillholy shit.Looking around, breasts and asses were goddamn amazing, I mean I supposepart of it was whatever programming the baseline of my bot was, but someof the bodies here, the most impressive bodies for real people were theleast impressive on this island. Everything was exaggerated.I walked up to a group of women. "Hi there."A few of them turned and looked, and they seemed to have an in sync."Hi!" And they giggled."So how are those bodies.. Err bots?"One girl smiled. "Ready to.