By day nineteen, Petrosian estimated that the computer matched him in skill. On day twenty-three, Petrosian scored what was to be his last defeat of t...e computer, and on day twenty-five, his last draw. By day thirty-eight, he quit in frustration, and snapped the disk in half. But the Dead Hand remembered. It waited for Petrosian’s return. When he logged in, it opened the program for him. But he always closed it, and found some other way to occupy himself, even if it required reading about. She knew that she and her father could enjoy their fucks best there in her own bed and Pam found it particularly erotic to know that she could fuck her father there in the same bedroom where she and her husband would sleep together that night. That thought made her very horny and her pussy was very wet and aroused before her father even arrived that day.When Philip knocked on the front door, Pam was there within two seconds and she opened the door and restrained herself from rushing into her. If it goes right you get the benefit, and if it goes wrong I get the punishment. It was ever thus.“Ladies, good morning. How are you?”“Bored and angry. How long before your brave general can decide what to do with two weak and feeble females?” Melanie was used to being a strong, outspoken and respected lady. He could see why she might be a useful rallying point.“I have a reply, here, read it yourselves”Melanie read it and threw it on the bed; Petunia read it and looked pale “What does it. Yet, he never craved emotional pain for the release. Sex and orgasm were the cure, a pleasurable cure, but just a cure nonetheless. The rush of endorphins, the primal effort, the way the single-mindedness of the act drove out all the despair, all the thoughts; some people take anti-depressants, other people fuck and jerk off. Doug was one of the latter.Reflecting on this tempered his arousal. But, his analysis was not wholly effective, and he noted the pleasurable feel of his slacks running.