When Cathy came over, I had showered off the top two layers of grime and sweat, and was drinking a Coke in the living room. ‘Good morning, Alex, be...autiful day outside. Why don’t we go out on the porch?’ ‘The Morrisons. Tell me about them.’ She placed her mug of tea in the microwave, warming it up, then walked out my front door and sat in one of my rocking chairs out front. Irritated, I followed, and sat in the chair beside her. ‘The Morrisons?’ ‘Sandy and her daughter Erica. You won’t see much. We went back to the tub, with munchies and feline supervision. I pulled Carol onto my lap, and sighed happily. "Betty surprised me in how much she opened up, but you're incomparably more real than she. Maybe it's an honor to science fiction to say that she reminds me of the Mercedes-quality fembot." Curt, dear, don't struggle too hard to avoid saying she has some damn fine physical attributes. Flip it around. What if I got turned on to some super bodybuilder? Neither one of us worries about. I'm quite well-known, to my female friends, for giving great foot massages. This is something that I do for a few reasons. One reason is that it's something that I enjoy. I don't exactly have a foot fetish (podophilia); however, I am a bit of a hedonist (but not in the strictest sense): I derive no small amount of pleasure from giving others pleasure. This may sound at odds with somebody who claims to be the kind of person who enjoys being in control and dominating situations and others.. She had gone from white little 32” C sized virgin titties at 15, to slightly larger 34” breasts, and her weight was now almost 120 pounds at 18. The other thing about her was, her breasts, they pointed up and out to each side quite unusually provocative, that still required no bra, this along with a slender waist, and a full and very plump round 36”ass, and both giggled and wiggled with little effort!making her ever so more appealing! She loved the fact that she could put her hair in.