’ ‘Oh, I almost forgot. Your data-card.’ Darbe said, tapping Diego on the shoulder and turning over a rather beaten-up chip of plastic. ‘It’...s uh, seen better days I suppose.’ Diego shrugged, ‘It still works right?’ ‘Mmhm.’ ‘Then it’s good enough for me. Say, how much do I have on this thing?’ Captain Embers scrunched her nose in thought, ‘From what I know, it plugs into your helmet and records everything you do or say or think. It’s like Betty’s journal.’ Diego frowned at the chip and held it. Six years away at the convent had done nothing but to teach me to be a proud social outcast. All in all, I was the reason of the grey streaks in my father’s hair. That was not all though, when I reached the very worrying age of 25, another problem hit home- who was going to marry me? My father could live with a social outcast but to live with an unmarried daughter…He would rather kill himself. So, the biggest question arises…why would the most eligible bachelor of the century-Micheal Aramis, MP. I thinkthat is why I started developing these breasts."When I saw you moving in next door I got a sort of funny feeling in myheart, and knew I wanted you to be my first boyfriend."You know the rest."Do you hate me?"By the time she, or should I say he, finished, we were sitting on thebed and I had my arm around him. I looked into his face and all I sawwas a pretty "girl" who I think I loved. I leant into him and kissed him. (He is a guy so I will refer to him inthat genre). "Are you going to. TAKE IT EASY MAN. "I watched Michelle finger her pussy, rub her clit, smiling at me. I pumped her cunt 10 strokes watching Sarah's eyes roll back in her head. "Like the old days" Michelle whimpered as rammed my cock in her familiar pussy. I was really rough ramming her cunt with my big cock. "HELLO. ANYONE HOME. MICHELLE SARAH BRENT. " my step mother shouted from the kitchen. "Fuck?" We whispered in unison. Sarah rolled off the bed, stood and was starting to pull her clothes in to place..