Anya's makeout session with the hot blonde unit came to an end when her sensitive microphones detected the sounds of another droid being activated. Anya left the mindless blonde machine on the table, her lips still wet with synthetic saliva.nnLaurie was in the process of ordering a newly activated fembot to go and sit down next to one of the consoles. This was another naked blonde, and Anya accessed her extensive memory files to recall her name as Susan. Along with the name, Anya remembered the times she had spent with her.nnSusan was tall, with fabulous long legs. Everything else about her body and her face was lovely, but her legs were definitely her best feature. And she used those sexy legs to walk mechanically over to the chair while Anya watched.nnShe moved closer to Susan and waited for Laurie to approach. "What's she been activated for?" she asked the naked technician.nnLaurie relayed Anya's query to the Main Computer, and soon had a response to give. "Susan robot number 7838970B will replace Susan robot number 7838970A."nnAnya nodded with a knowing smile. She deduced that the original Susan - out on a mission somewhere - was either damaged or malfunctioning. Of course, this would mean one less fembot around Robot Control Station 64 for a while.nnMaria finished taking streams of binary code from the monitors above all the consoles and turned stiffly around. She went to go fetch some connecting cables while her assistant opened up Susan's chest panel.nnAnya put her hand between Susan's thighs. "Do we get to have a goodbye fuck before she's gone?

Renee's husband stopped over Saturday afternoon to invite me for a drink at Jets Bar and Grill. My first thought was to decline his offer, but I have already done that three times to him, so I accepted.nnI kept thinking about that one day Renee stopped over and we cuddled on my bed after she read two stories I had written about her and I. nnAll I could think of was "I wish this was Renee and I, I wish this was Renee and I, I wish this was."nnSitting at the bar and admiring all the cute young girls waiting tables or and hostesses wearing their tight tops propping up their titties, so that every guy in the joint could fantasize about sucking them off, was a treat for all of us.nnYeah, yeah you may be thinking, be immature about it, and ogle each little chick that shimmies around those tight areas in between tables. nnThen they will go up to the bar, prop their tits on top of it, so that their cleavage is even more noticeable to us all. We all want or hope they would allow us to stick our tongues out and lick their cleavage.nnThat is the type of joint this bar appears to be. However, it isn't always like that with each young lady working there; it only seems like it. It's a prerequisite of working there though.nnNevertheless, Cory, Renee's husband, and I talked about almost everything under the sun. nnHalf of that, I could care less about, but he seems to believe we are bonding and a friendship is forming between us. No, I was not doing that, I was only being polite.nnBetween different conversations, he's the one crudely pointing out how he wants to do an 'open face steak sandwich' type fuck on any one of these chicks. nnI suppose I'd agree with him, but I'm not openly, because I don't want to give him that impression that's the type of person I am.nnI'm 41 and soon to be, 42 and every one of these young women could be my daughter. Damn, I thought, life's a bitch. nnHowever, on the other hand, maybe they'd like to be eaten out. I was not telling Cory that because he'd become boisterous about it at that point, and embarrass me.

I came away from lunch with Valerie with mixed emotions. Was I shocked? Not really. This, after all, wasn't some behind-the-times country village; this was 21st Century fashionable Hampstead where supposedly unorthodox relationships weren't uncommon. What were once regarded as bedroom secrets have become dinner party small talk. So, no, I wasn't shocked. I admit, though, I was surprised. Valerie was forty-two. She had been my closest friend for so long I'm not sure I can even recall how we first met. Over our monthly lunches we often exchanged confidences about our personal lives but this was the first time Valerie had invoked our friendship in order to make a request of this nature. She said she had deliberated for some time before asking, and she acknowledged that I would probably want to think it over before replying. "Call me," she said. "At the week-end." And then, clearly embarrassed, she changed the subject.nnThe first thing I had to decide was whether I was inclined to go along with what she was asking. The answer was a cautious yes. It wasn't my scene but I knew I was tempted. The real question was how I would tell David. Or would I tell him at all? In the end, that became the only solution I could contemplate.

** Readers my find it helpful to read earlier stories in this series**nnGradually, my senses were returning to me. The flowery-fresh scent of a shampoo that I recognized though could not name, gently filled my nostrils. It smelled girly and clean, and seemed to send a message to my brain, which apparently wasn't in any rush to bring the other sensory systems on-line. nnEventually, I became aware of the warmth of the sunlight on my skin, and I realized that a new day was upon me. My eyes fluttered, and I squinted against the morning light in an effort to allow my eyes time to adjust to the brightness and the unfamiliar surroundings. My tongue felt thick and pasty, as though someone had knitted little sweaters, and somehow managed to slip them individually on my teeth without waking me from my recent comatose state. nnIt was then that I became aware of her presence against me; the smoothness of the skin of her leg against mine; the cotton of the t-shirt which separated her firm breast from my naked chest; and the softness of her auburn hair against my cheek and shoulder. Penny was still absorbed in the last minutes of the night's sleep, so I lay there quietly, taking in the surroundings of Penny's room; enjoying the feeling of her sleeping so peacefully, lying next to me. I grinned at the reality of my nakedness, in-bed with my sister, basking in the afterglow of an incredible night.nnMy dick was thick and hard, and it pressed firmly against the thin sheet that covered us. Glimpses of the absurd porn movie that I'd starred in, which was never filmed, were scattered like pieces of an erotic dream. nnI made no effort to distinguish why I was hard. Perhaps it was the nearness of Penny, or perhaps it was my dream. It didn't really matter, because in either case my boner felt good, alive, and virile, like a close friend eager to greet the day. and it wanted something to do. I took time to consider my rigid little buddy as he throbbed and pressed outwardly from my body, and I was pleased with how hard it felt, even without touching it. Memories of how wild things had gotten last night replayed in my mind, and for a while, I wondered if the load of cum I'd received from Eric had anything to do with why my mouth tasted like crap. nnI needed to brush my teeth but there was no question about it: last night was easily one of the best nights of my life, and I'd jump at the chance to do it all over again.nnSuddenly Penny's leg shifted over mine, and I could feel the soft fabric of her panty-covered crotch as it pressed against my muscular thigh. Her arm around my waist gave a loving squeeze as she snuggled against me, slowly waking from her sleep.