I really thought about it, about Andy and having her forever.Once again, my lack of understanding as to how the programming worked impacted my actions... I wanted 100% of Andy, all of her, not just the ninety-eight or ninety-nine per cent covered by Uncle Bert’s programming. He had said that her natural tendencies of a woman to love a man had been directed at me. I wished to insure that direction never changed. And, I am sad to admit, I am still something of a romantic. So, sue me, as Uncle Bert. Having heard his question, she turned a deep shade of red knowing it would be wonderful if was in the tub with her but knew that couldn’t happen seeing as her daughter was in town. She said no thank you and not today but despite how she responded to him he added “Yes mam, I sure would do that with you.” His tone of voice suggested only one thing. it suggested he was in a naughty mood. “No, not today Marshall, not today” she said in a tone suggesting something was terribly wrong and that is when. When the process was finally finished and the sinew was stored on his shelves, he went over to where he had strewn the straw to dry. After kicking his feet through it, he decided it was ready to use for his potatoes. "Gonna be gone for a while, Lobo," he said to the animal. "Gotta get a place ready for my potatoes. If I manage to store them properly, we'll both be glad come winter."With his shovel, pick and lantern, he limped to where he had left the potatoes in total darkness. In an area where. Her hips wriggled. She wavered over her hands, her nipples brushing the cushion. I entered her. I held myself deep, unmoving, enjoying the moment of connection. Then we began to move. I thrust. She rocked back to meet my thrust. Slow at first. Growing steady. Moving together. Completely. She tossed her hair. I held her hips. We moved. She shifted lower onto her elbows. I tucked my hips at the end of each thrust. Human geometry completed perfect angles. Her pussy swelled around me and I swelled.