This is because there's little new in my life lately. I know this because instead of filling my mind to overflowing — and the problems that entails ...for any robot — most current events translate to memory pointers to similar, or identical, previous memories. And my mind has room for lots of pointers still.And while big changes are happening around me, changes I would have a small, yet pivotal, role in moving forward, I don't believe any of us actually fully understood the magnitude of what we. So I drank whiskey and took off my clothes and got naked. My 5-inch genitals are hard and point towards the sky. After drinking whiskey, I noticed that Mansi was recovering u*********s. So I placed myself on it and began to pull its soft white breasts and suck on its big pink nipple. After licking the powder from my drunken sister's nipple, I licked her body to her navel and licked her to the ground. All I could think was the sweat. Now I started licking her pussy. My sister started moaning. When we arriver at our front door, Frida took her knickers off, 'See if I can get him hard', she said, matter of factly, I laughed and followed suit, and put both pairs into my satchel, and boldly walked inside.Daddy was there, not as I had expected, but then it was a big plus, he was at the dining table, at the computer, in his shorts and a t-shirt, minimalist wear, had he forgotten I was bringing Frida, or was his ploy a deliberate one?One thing was sure, Frids'a eyes lit up, 'Hi Mr Rogers',. I could tell when she heard them; she moaned and curled up even tighter, though she couldn't help but look out to see who was approaching. She didn't know if it was me - the footsteps came from a different direction to the one I'd gone off it, but that didn't mean much. I could have circled, to throw a scare into her when I came back. I wondered if she knew there was more than one person approaching, to judge by the footsteps.I lifted the camera when I saw the men get very near. They walked.