She was talkative all night, sort of flowingover with goodwill (always a good sign). She asked ifI’d like to make love and since our daughter wa...ssleeping over at a friend’s house, the coast was clearfor something special.We stripped down and started out the usual way… alittle hugging and kissing, stroking her all over (Ilike to spread her legs apart and run my hands back andforth from thigh to thigh making sure that I rub thathairy cunt every time I pass it by). I started. "I'm making a new friend!" The moment she finished talking, hecould feel a knife at the back of his neck. He tensed up, waiting for itto stab him, but instead it slid down his back, cutting into his spandexuniform. It all fell off, even his underwear. What cut his clothes offmoved in front of him, revealing itself to be a robot arm with a pair ofscissors. Another hand reached over and grabbed his mask, peeling it off.Nightwing started to panic, thrashing at his bonds, but it was no use."I just. I went to him in the room and she followed. She then opened the cupboard which hid her from fathers look and called me. I was talking and went to her. She opened my pant and started sucking my cock with the father in the room. I couldn’t stop her. I cummed quickly fortunately and we got saved. Then later she wanted her tits sucked so we sat o the mat where my father couldn’t see us properly and we talked and I sucked her tities also. I missed them so much. From the next day, our sex routine. He watched as a ship at sea struggled against the storm, making for Portland perhaps, or Boston, and he stood and walked along his trail, looking at the ship and the waves. The wind in his hair felt wild, untamed, and the force of it buffeted his soul as he thought about the years after her death. His wife had started playing the piano again, but something was different now. Her memory was a game of chance, the biochemical sequencing of the flow of memory altered by her disease. Her conscious.