" Yes, Commander," the AI responded in its best imitation of humble. Then to itself, I will not turn it back on, since I never turned it off. Humans a...re so amusing to watch, particularly when they are mating.The RetreatWithout bothering to ask if he wanted coffee, Jill poured a cup for Jeff. After handing it to him, she motioned with the carafe. Diana and Arlene shook their heads, but Bill and Kathy both nodded. Jill refilled their cups before refilling her own. Make-work to pass the time. I got so excited at seeing her like that I got my head down between her spread thighs pressing my face against her moist hairy pussy and she squeezed my head between her soft warm thighs. One of the girls squealed:“Come on boys let’s see you wank!”We didn’t need much encouragement! Ann was kneeling wide legged on one of the beds and Becky was on all fours next to her. A couple of the boys quickly bagged the prime position of standing in front of the girls with their cocks aimed at them and so. " Well, I've never seen a tax assessor around here and the tax assessment is the same that it was five years ago before we moved in. Does that tell you anything?" That speaks volumes."Three hours later, the gate had taken an entirely different look. Bryan had scrounged up some corrugated iron sheets. They were rusty and full of holes, but they were effective at blocking the view and would be difficult to move. Using clamps and bolts and even some wire, they managed to attach the old sheet metal. I’m OK. I was in no danger with you here.” “Patches,” talk about dredging up old memories. I hadn’t called Sandra that in years. She used to have an old-fashioned apron made like a patchwork quilt. It was another of those enigmatic gifts from Aunt Patty. Sandra had loved it and had worn it to death. Our Dad had taken one look and said, “My God! You’re covered with patches.” The name stuck. For as long as the apron lasted so did the name. I had called her that long after the apron was gone but.