My first class was computer science, ugh. I wish that I didn’t have to take classes I’m not interested in. There is a cute girl in the class thoug...h, her name is Megan and she has short black hair. I don’t know if this class will be fun or not. My second class is Spanish! Thank you past Alex for taking Spanish in high school, this class should be easy. Nothing too much to report, the teacher seems okay. Oh but there is this one girl… I think her name is Sophie. I can’t tell if it was the outfit. Lifting her legs up by the feet, I push her knees to her boobs and apart. Looking at her crotch, the knickers seem to be soaking, and the upper thighs wet as well. I ask her if she has peed, she says no and I can feel her embarrassment increasing noticeably. I use a finger to sample the wetness on her thigh giving her mind a boost of arousal, then taste her juice while looking at her face. She turns her face away, so I tell her to look at me. I repeat the process from her other thigh, just. She left it open an unbuttoned as she adjusted the front of the thin white top leaving a lot of her bare breasts exposed along with a tantalizing amount of cleavage, and with just the very edge of her large brown nipples showing. Then she bunched her skirt and slip together and pulled it up above her thighs and tried to show him, the one in the truck, that she was not wearing any panties or pantyhose. This pantiless thing was something she had never done at work before. It made her feel. Of course, since Michael was originally designed for combat and covert situations, it was perceived that in the event Michael did run out of fluid, it would be replaced back in a laboratory, as he underwent other maintenance.After settling into a routine, Michael and Julie had sex about twice a month. Unfortunately, Michael's little fiasco New Years Eve drained the remaining juices from his body and he was now required to replenish them himself, or risk enjoying a further sex-life with his.