‘It shows, but then we’ve all got to start somewhere, son. Make sure you stock up on food and fluid,’ he instructed rather than suggested. ‘No...t too much, but enough. It’ll keep you alert.’ ‘Thanks, I will. I take it you’re a regular.’ The old-timer’s grin changed into a wry smile. ‘I’ve played one or two. Not so much nowadays, though.’ The wrinkles spoke volumes. Unlike the Stetson wearer at the Practically Poker party, this one was sitting as if it’d been made for this very man. Below it, the. 78 per day. She had suffered no serious failures requiring external repair. Her only maintenance needs had been to care for her hair and skin, keep her body hygienic between clients, and replenish her reservoirs of sexual fluids on a regular basis. The tribal knowledge received from Anna had told her where the supplies closet was located, and she took care of these functions without the need for specific commands.When her power cell approached the end of its life, Darlene started giving. Not polluted at all beyond the dirt and salt on our hands from working. Over on the mainland, Lowell and Lawrence and thereabouts, we heard stories of all the factories and the many jobs they had. Modern efficiency and all that. But we also heard about the very long hours and the low pay and people losing hands in the machines and worse, and most of all we heard about the pollution. Poisoning the rivers, dirtying the air, soot and filth everywhere you turned. Even for a couple of filthy street. Suddenly my pussy began to ache I was still a virgin so my only option was to masturbate. I began caressing my generous tits, slowly making my way down to my slit. I positioned the shower head so that the water was hitting my clit, it felt amazing but it wasn’t enough. Looking around I found a back brusher. I Scrunched up a face cloth and shoved it in my mouth to lessen my screams as I started to tease my slit. I inserted my fingers to get it ready for the back brusher; putting it deep inside.