I... I've never chosen one formyself..." Barbie said. She had begun to shuffle uneasily, somethingthat should have surprised him, but it did not.(Well... she is a doll,) He finally thought, (It's only logical she wouldnot have a will of her own, but then... then why do I feel like I'mtalking to a real person and not something like a machine?)For some reason he just couldn't see her like that. Still, he didn't want to call her Barbie. She needed a new name..."So you have no idea on a name for. Kher nati mujy leta k khud mery opera a k lun phudi may dal k lun py beth gai or kuch dare baad anti robina hilny lagi or lun ander bahir kerny lagy ab us k haat mery chest pay thy or zor zor sy hil hil k lun ander bahir ker rahi thi 15 minute k baad mujy full sans char chukka tha lekin wo abhi b lun pay jump kiye ja rahi thi kher us k baad mayny jhatka mar k anti ko nichy la k us ki tangent pori upper utha k us k kandon sy jor di or us ki phudi k nichy takiya laga diya or phir us ki oper ki. "Again, unanimous nodding led him to continue: "The second scene seemed to show a recovery process of some kind, with human beings being 'beamed up' somehow, then scanned and put into some kind of treatment unit. What went in looked dead or nearly so, damaged to one degree or another, and of various ages. What came out looked alive, healthy, and young. I didn't see anything that looked like a child being 'treated.'"What I think we need to do next is have someone update the rest with that. Cara flicked her tongue again and again over her swollen flesh, using the tip of it against her oversensitive clit. It almost hurt it felt so good. Cara moved one hand under her, her thumb pressing against her opening and she moaned, trying to get more of the feeling, her insides aching for her. She spread her legs farther apart, falling back slightly, Cara moving with her, never stopping and she felt her thumb finally enter her, the flat of her tongue moving lightly over her clit. "Yeah...".