“Thank you for explaining Doctor Gance. I will consult you from now on after I have conducted said research. As I stated before, you are the closest... to being truthful toward ... me, than any other human.I was nodding as she replied then stopped when she had paused. Was that a glitch in her programming or was it a Freudian slip? Shaking my head I realized I HAD to get into her programming. Something was happening that went far beyond the scope of what I had started her with.Removing the peppers. I pounded away at the girl now yanking her blonde hair with each fuck.She collapsed on the table. I lay on top of her fucking at her body. My belly slapping against her buttocks, my head above hers, my chest mashing against the back of her head and her blonde hair. I pulled her back suddenly so she now bending over the end of the table. I took hold of her tits and began gripping them as hard as I could, during all this I didn’t stop fucking her.“Ugh! Ugh!” she started groaning as I pounded. Yet this kind of attitude seemed to be turning her on. Her nipples were beginning to bake in her bra, and her pussy was beginning to rumble. It was contracting gently, begging her to shut up so that her son could get on with it and jam his prick up her snatch."You really want this cock, don't you? You've just gotten through screwing your husband, and you can't wait to wrap your legs around your son's bod to stick his prick up your snatch!" Byron said, his lips twisted cruelly into a sneering. Hell, I would masturbate any time and any place when I thought no one was looking. I then graduated to fingers and anything else I could stick my ass. Mom almost caught me a few times. Maybe she knew but never said. Then in Junior High, I discovered porn. Trading cut-out pics was all the rage. Oh My: Penthouse and Playboy. I found some of my 1970s Centerfolds in an old book I had as a teen. They are still HOT! I was not sure why but I knew what I liked. I still love muff diving! I can breathe.