Her thighs clamped my head, her hands pulled my hair, her ass and pussy squeezed my fingers rhythmically. Lightly, very lightly, I bit her clit, then ...ucked at it hard. She screamed and climaxed, flooding my face with her cum.Wednesday She did her morning stretches in the nude. As always I had to watch as she stretched her legs and arms. She went into splits, reaching for one foot, then the other, the black fur patch between her legs flush with the soft white carpet. She got on her knees and. “I love you too mom, more than you know. I'm glad I'm with you too, Scott and Alicia obviously just beat us to the punch,” Travis mentioned.“I guess so, but can we start sleeping together now? I really liked it that first night and I wanna sleep with you every night honestly,” I replied.He grinned, and put his right hand onto my left boob.“I like that mom, but you better not hog the covers,” Travis put on the record.“I'll do my best, but you are really okay with sleeping with me?” I needed to. All was quiet in the library and throughout the house. He could count on Babs staying interested in that Smart Suit for quite a while.He went up to Nancy, the female robot and turned her on. He activated the seduction cycle. The manual had told him just what to do. He said in a trembling voice, "Would... would you like to have some fun?"Nancy Lyons' robots all had the advanced memory units to compute several thousand human conversation bits and make a suitable, if simple, answer, making them. What is it good for?" "There's a Hard Rain a Gonna Fall." "Eve of Destruction." But Psychlone wasn't here to drop tunes from the long dead Age of Rock and Roll. This wasn't the time to invoke the mostly forgotten ghosts of Gil Scott-Heron, Woody Guthrie or Country Joe and the Fish. This was the time to drop the midrange, pump up the bass and accelerate the beats per minute.No one in the audience gave a fuck about the authorities. Any heavy-handed impulse to break up the gig would be defeated by.