It is merely the reflection of my sexuality, a sexuality that I’ve chosen to grasp and own. I make no apologies for it and don’t care for a second... whether or not you approve. Because I already know you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this and you wouldn’t be hanging onto my every word.Remember, it is not in the lighting, how you swivel your hips, how you moan when you are on top, how you thrust deeply, these things are all after the fact. It is in simple, uncompromising honesty, bravery,. This is up to and including the death of all that wish to harm you.”Even though I had seen it while I was in her programming I was still having a hard time accepting it. Then I started to think about the emotion I hadn’t been able to identify. The one that seemed to be made up of ALL of the others. My god I thought. Was it possible? Had the program had that deep of an effect? Had it advanced as I had hope it would? No, I shook my head it would take an extremely powerful android ... Nodding. ”My cheeks burned. It was too much. My dick was an iron slab all day. It was so hard not to go and masturbate. I tried to focus on my boring work, but I sank back into my lust-filled daze, thinking of Tiffany's slim, tight ass and how great it would be to fuck.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“How was work, dear?” my wife asked when I walked into the kitchen through the garage door. She was at the stove cooking stir fry.“Long,” I told her. “And your pics didn't help.”“I know, I'm so wicked,” my. And if you don't believe me, ask me anything"She seemed stunned. She really didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell if she believed me or not. After about five minutes of silence she finally spoke up. "What did you get me for my birthday last year?" I got you that Hobbes doll you said you always wanted. Remember? We were talking on the phone that one night and you said you were a big fan of Calvin and Hobbes and that you thought Hobbes was really cute. I searched high and low to find that.