"What are you looking at?" Antoinette asked, before seeing what I was staring at. "I'm sorry, Miss Patson, but I'm not into girls." Our faces were inc...hes away from each other I quickly kissed her on the lips before she showed any resistance.Antoinette managed to tear away from me and rushed towards the door and tried opening it but it was locked. She turned back to me all flustered, "please, Miss Patson, open this door," she said.I rose from my chair and walked slowly towards her I released my. We felt like allies from the old days and we had brief chats about people and places long gone. She was now not just stout but fat, and had been married for twenty years to a Korean restaurateur. It was the one interracial marriage in our small town and people were less worldy then, so she had come in for a bit of criticism for not marrying “one of her own kind”. There was no real malice attached to these thoughts; people just thought it was strange – and I suppose they wondered what it was. I reached up into a compartment and gave him a roll of paper towels, I didn't want him cumming all over the carpet in my sleeper. I laid her back on my bed and she spread her legs offering her married white pussy to me. I climbed between her thick white thighs and guided the head of my cock to her hairy mature pussy. I slid it up and down her slit a few times as she shuddered in pleasure. I pulled back so he could see the juice on the head of my dick and he could see how wet his wife was for. She was impressed that the android was already linking her thoughts to his and this made her much more assured. The android stepped into both legs and she pulled the spandex up over his calves, thighs, hips - she made sure the black fabric fitted and stretched around his large balls and pushed his thick penis upwards so it kept in place. She then pulled the fabric up over his chest, the android slipped both arms through and with a little effort snapped the straps onto his shoulders. She stood.