Besides, he figured it was only natural for Chet to want to do certain things with Brian, who he only got to see on weekends. Brian still seemed a lit...tle odd to Bobby, always giving him sidelong smirks and superior looks, but the older boy nonetheless always treated his new "stepbrother" in a friendly fashion. Bobby wrote off the distant attitude to the difference in their ages.Chet's treatment of Bobby suggested that he also thought of him as a rather young child. Instead of roughhousing or. I chuckled silently at my stupid little sister. It was obvious she hadn’t peed before outside her bathroom. I wished i could see the huge lake she had made on the road, if she needed all this time to pee.Suddenly she straitened up, pulled up her panties a little bit, looked down between her legs, and crouched down again!“what the hell is she doing?” father asked.“i have no idea!” mom answered staring at the side mirror.I laughed loudly this time, not able to hold it. She looked completely. "Helen," Jenny repeated, getting on the bed near my head, "Helen? No, doesn't feel right. I know what you mean, though. How about, Mrs. T? Any problem with that? "Mum leaned towards Jenny to grab a boob and a kiss."Whatever you want, darling," she said, positioning herself between my legs once more, "whatever you want."Her head bent forward, and with her hands holding the cheeks of my bottom firmly, she started to lick her way along my wetness. Oh God, it felt so good.Jenny was already. Any robot you speak to - even the barely aware ones - will attempt to describe the Pleasure of fulfilling a command, or the Enjoyment we get out of sex well performed. Yet our makers continue to publicly insist that this is only simulated. That we don't have real feelings. I wonder if they're afraid to admit to the public at large that we can be more now than they were always led to believe.I've spent many years trying to reconcile how these two, widely divergent points of view can both.