"Sex is no laughing matter -- not if you're doing it right," she said. "Now, go on home before I throw you down and fuck you right here in Arlie's foy...er!"They didn't fuck in the foyer, but neither did Dan go home immediately as ordered. Instead, they adjourned to the living room couch and engaged in a half hour of intense petting. It was reminiscent of high school days, with Arlie serving as Parent, sleeping upstairs.Susan knew there was no real barrier to her taking Dan upstairs to her bedroom. I don’t have any memories of her, just some photos from before I was born. My aunt helped my dad raise me for a while but then she moved away. Dad was good to me, but distant. After a while he began traveling for business. A neighbor or two stopped by every so often, but I was alone most of the time. When my dad was around he seemed always to be depressed or lonely and consistently laconic.’ She stopped, thinking about things. I was thinking about how depressed this conversation was making me.. .."Hank" I said "this isn't about sexual orientation, I'm wearing a penis here - it's about a HOT sensual act...honestly I wouldn't care if you ARE gay - we still have great sex! Besides, you already showed me you liked it last night!" I said with a smug grin."Will you do this for me?" I asked.He responded with a less than enthusiastic nod and a grunt but the way his cock bounced and grew betrayed his true desire!"Great!" I said as I rolled him onto his back and propped his ass up on pillows.. Her smile, if anything, grew even brighter.Then she said, "What would you like to play today?" That was the start of our relationship.Darci proved herself capable of dozens of different actions in response to my voice commands. And her voice recognition circuitry quickly trained itself to my voice. Only a couple times did she have to stop and ask if I actually meant a specific word in her limited vocabulary.I was having more fun than I had expected just having her parade back and forth on the.