Renée watched me, her expression a mixture of curiosity and surprise.The urge to touch Renée, on top of the need Professor Belton had infused me wit... was almost overwhelming. I didn't run, but I did go to Renée. Maybe, if I were lucky, touching and holding one of my women would help defuse the pumping excitement in me. Worst case scenario, Renée and I would be rolling around on the floor like a couple of mindless humping animals. Not exactly a bad thought, but I didn't have time for it. Mandy. The beer and the blood rushing away from my brain makes me light headed, so against better judgement, I get up and go make sure your mom is still asleep. Then I walk towards your room, my hard cock straining against my boxer briefs.I push your door open, peering inside. You're asleep on your back, and you've kicked most of the covers off of you. Your t-shirt is pulled up to just under your breasts and your hand is on your stomach, just above the top of your shorts. I walk closer. Your computer. It’s just too far for a bomblet,” he replied. “Pellets just bounce off the damned things, same with railgun rounds.”“AI?” I asked after a moment’s thought. “Could you bond a stem onto the base of the bomblet?”“Yes, Kiria. You can use your wand to do so,” the AI replied.“OK,” I replied and then used the wand to form a stream of nanites around the bomblet base and some dense particulates fallen from the wall.I then made sure it would fit down the shaft of my pellet firer and then removed a pellet. My ex, Mary, certainly was one of them. She also liked looking at porn where the models wore heels, and eventually, started wearing them to bed for our play. They became part of the play. She kept a couple of pairs, rather extreme in style, which she never wore outside the bedroom. She’d start to lick the heel, then suck it, then even fuck herself with it like a dildo. That became a sexual fetish for me, when she’d offer the shoe to me for my play and enjoyment, and talk about her sexuality.