After all, she knew them very well through carnal contact with their facsimiles. She knew more about the smell, taste and sexual preference of the ori...inals than almost any human had ever known. Nevertheless, Beatrice was certain that Captain Kerensky was one human who wouldn't want to meet her again. It would make no difference that for the last year or so the android wasn't the Beatrice that the captain had been making love with and who she believed was her captor. Could Beatrice even. "You won't get much around here like that..." His eyes challenged Fred. "Jack me -- you can do THAT can't you?"Fred felt guilty enough to overcome his reluctance and reach out to take Brush Cut's cock in his hand, but he was sheepish. "Look, Man," Brush Cut pointed out, "It's just you and me -- we're private here. Besides, like I said, nobody would give you shit, anyway! Relax!"Fred had never done anything like this -- but it wasn't killing him, apparently. Brush Cut's cock was a little smaller. The Swedish nuns have roots in Russia. They are related to the Ras-Putin bunch, which is why they left their Fatherland as soon as the Wall fell to live in the Mothers' country. Not only their height and beauty is impressive, as both wear big breasts sized for D-cups bra's. Though the s!sters wear lovely lingerie only for special ceremonies in the chapel of the convent.Nun Regina is a contrast, as her titties are smaller than teen Ashtyns and bottom is round and firm. Her prettiest part is. In fact, I wilted a little letting out a small painful groan. “Aw poor baby, did I hurt you. Let me kiss it and make it better,” and she did, releasing her grip she began kissing down my shaft and continuing to my balls, kissing them with tender affection. The contrast renewed my waning boner, and she began to add small nibbles and licks in with her kisses. As she worked her way up my shaft, she teased my balls with her fingers tickling them with light touches. Her glorious mouth soon engulfed.