I run one finger against my slit, moaning as I come up to my clit."It's so good. My finger feels so good on my pussy. My cunt is so hot, so wet, and i...t's all just for you. You wanna feel it don't you? You want that gorgeous cock of yours running up in this tight pussy don't you? I know I want to feel it. You hear that Baby? I want to feel that hard throbbing cock thrusting so deep in my pussy that I can't breathe. Stroke your cock for me. I want to see it. I want to see your hand moving slowly. Seeing her topless wasn’t anything really new for him, but he stopped to appreciate the view nonetheless.“Whatcha doin', sis?” He asked.“Are they too small?” She asked him, so he entered her room.“Too small for what?” He asked. “They look just fine. Maybe even perfect for your size, truth be told.”Fran was a petite girl, only about five feet tall, with a trim little behind. All she was wearing was panties, plain white cotton ones.“Why don’t boys like me, then?” she asked him. “It’s because. I slowly put the tip of my cock to her labia and then gently pushed into her slowly and luxuriously. Rose let out a sweet little moan. I looked up and saw that her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, and her mouth open.She was incredibly wet and warm. My cock felt like it belonged inside her. I pushed in, slowly going deeper until I had gone in as far as I could. I stayed there for a couple of moments, relishing in the warm cocoon enveloping me and then pulled out.The shaft of my cock came. We tested it on four other subjects, all with the same results. Beeman wanted to publish the results, but I wanted the formula.”Grandpa was lost in his thoughts and I waited impatiently for him to continue.“That was thirty days ago,” he said. “I programmed Collins and Beeman first. They now believe the whole project was an abject failure and they’ve lost interest in it. Then I programmed your grandmother.”“You said you had other women. Have many have you programmed?”“Oh, well, there aren’t any.