Even his own bestselling crime series, “Franklin Jones Investigates,” he found boring. He hated to admit it to himself, but he missed his dear Dem.... He figured he needed to see her again, to touch her, to smell her.“Computer...” he said as he entered the Holodeck, “do you have enough data on file to create a facsimile of Demi Huskley?”The computer answered in a soft, sensual, female voice, “There is enough data on file to create an accurate physical facsimile of Demi Huskley.”“How accurate?”. I eased the boxers down slow, exposing his soft pubic hair. Not brown, not blond. In between. I gave it a kiss and rubbed my lips in it. I kissed his pleasure trail above it and went back to work on his boxers. I eased them slowly over his rapidly stiffening dick. I stopped with the waistband of the boxers holding his head captive. I kissed the back of his shaft a few times and ran my tongue across it and back up to his soft hair. I looked up at him. He was smiling. Back to work. I slid the. ” “Sure I would.” I said enthusiastically as I felt parched. “Ice tea or lemonade would be great.” I finished. “No problem at all.” He said confidently as he grabbed my shoulders and moved me into his camera. “Look through that portal there and you will see what I will be seeing. You can watch as I go to the kitchen and get an idea of how things will look.” I smiled at him and agreed. Watching him glide across the living room and into the kitchen I noticed how handsome he really was. He wore a. "Shhhh. Don't say anything. Just listen." Everything is quiet on your side of the line. I smile. "Good. Now, if I ask you something, it will be a yes or no answer. If you want to say yes, press a number once. If you want to say no, press a number twice. Got it? Press a number once if you understand." Beep "Mmm. Good boy. Now that we have established the rules here, should we get started?" Beep "I miss you. A lot. I miss your cock inside of me. I miss everything about it. I miss the way it gets.