. No, not thinking. Computing, calculating, pragmatic designing, but not thinking. The energy densities required to make nanosentience possible were s...ill too high. Even with the fantastic construction materials made possible by molecular technology, a nanosentience would cook itself into a puddle of slag as soon as it was turned on. The crab apple sized CPU of my Mac XVII had to have a steady stream of water running through it to keep it from burning up. A nuisance, though it helped to keep. .And fir zor zor se apni gaand peeche hilane lagi.Mai bhi zor se uski gaand ko dhakke maarne laga.Fir maine muth maarli..Woh samajh gayi ki maine muth maara krke and woh uthke bathroom mai gayi..Woh waps aayi and puchi ki \’tumhe pata h ki mai kaha gayi thi abhi ‘ I said no, toh she said chut mai ungli krne..I was shocked..Woh den nahane gayi and fir saree pehenke room se bahar ayi.Usne bra and panty nai pehena tha…Mujhe control nai.Woh kitchen mai jaane lagi, maine peeche se usse pakad liya. I glanced up again, not really meaning too, but the pleasure her mouth was now bringing me literally forced my head back as I bent even further back against the railing. I noticed when I did, there no longer appeared to be an opening in the curtains, slight as it might have been. I still couldn't be sure of course, it may have been nothing more than my imagination, but I wondered."I won't," I assured her again, damn near gritting my teeth."You will," she replied lapping away furiously now, the. “We made it work for a while, but then over time, she became more attracted to other women than to me.”‘Well,” I replied, “It looks like it was her loss.”There was something about Eric that stood out. I don’t know if it was his piercing steely blue eyes, jet black hair, height, or his very masculine look. His t-shirt was a size too small and showed off his masculine pecs. I could feel that special sensation of lust flowing past the butterflies in my stomach and down to my woman parts.“Do you.