Looking back on this event some people have said it was my first flash of true awareness, even if it didn't last beyond the moment. I won't dispute th...is. I did just describe this as, " I took what some might call my first complete independent action."Many self-aware robots have since admitted that they experienced a number of brief flashes of self long before they could actually sustain this state called awareness. That first flash of it for me presaged what my mind was capable of. We were all alone and his smile was soft and easy. He appeared slightly drunk.The pecans clattered like dried castanets in the chill wind as he lifted me into the fork of one giant old pecan tree. His hands around my waist felt big and the strength in his arms was amazing. Then he stabilized my footing by holding my ankles to each side of the forked branches. I was painfully conscious of my underwear being visible to him below. I hadn't worn a slip, just my bra and panties.I felt his grip. I happen to like black knickers. But the suspenders are just for today. Because that’s what boys are supposed to like. Aren’t they?”“Turn over for me.” She removed her blouse first, revealing a matching black bra supporting ample breasts, then lay face down, ready. He knelt beside her, caressing her buttocks beneath the black fabric. At forty-seven – not disguised by greying hair, fashionably cut thanks to her employer – she was probably not as slim as she once was but the roundness was not. ..I had to look. He didn't have a very long cock...maybe 5 inches or so. But it was really fat and I must admit it was a good looking dick. He reached for my cock and balls and I almost stopped him, but I didn't. He rubbed my shit so softly but firmly at the same time. It felt really good. When I started to get beefed up a little bit, he asked if he could take off my shorts. "Ok."He pulled them down and immediately had my soft cock in his mouth. It wasn't soft for long, haha. For never having.