Android    (Shores & Winsome Lass)
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				Title: <strong>Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 17:55:07</strong>
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				Patrick was an android, series #23719 of the "Homo Sapiens Gaelica" model.&nbsp; He had been made with brick-red synth-hair, and green eyes, height 6 feet, fully equipped including the optional genitalia add-on package.<br><br>At the moment Patrick was preparing a meal for his mistress in the apartment they shared.&nbsp; He had the ability to eat, but of course the food just sat in a tray until the android could dispose of it in the kitchen waste can.&nbsp; It gave his mistress the option of dining together or just chatting about the day's news, creating a more domestic environment.<br><br>In the six month period during which he had been at his mistresses, he had retained quite a lot of information in his electronic eidetic memory banks.&nbsp; Information flowed to him over the ethernet on a variety of subjects, such as cooking, baking, cleaning, and others he found interesting.<br><br>As his eyes flicked to the clock, he saw that the pasta was done perfectly.&nbsp; He sauced the dish and set it next to the side salad he had prepared earlier, then set the dishes on the dinner table and calling, "Dinner is served, Miss."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shores</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 18:57:50</strong>
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				Alexa smacked her lips against each other, trying to wet her dry mouth. She always slept with her mouth wide open, resulting in sore throats too numerous to count. She opened her green eyes slowly, before getting out of bed and standing up. Unfortunately, co-ordination was not in her genes, especially when waking up at such odd hours of the day. Her feet started a fierce battle with her white blankets, and she landed with a 'Whump!' on the ground.<br><br>"I'm fine, Patrick. Don't worry," she hollered out, her voice echoing through the small two bedroom apartment. "Stupid sheets," she grumbled, before fiercely ripping them off her feet and tossing them against the wall. They landed back on her bed. Amongst her many virtues, patience was not one of them.<br><br>Still shaking off the haziness of sleep, she stepped into the living room, her long black hair mused up in tangles. The delicious tangy aroma of pasta hit wafted over. She swore, even in her death she would still be able to be rise from the dead just by the smell of Patrick's pasta. "You spoil me too much, Patrick," she nodded, approaching the table. <br><br>"Argh, this stakeout is throwing my body clock out of whack. I'm having dinner for breakfast. Not that I'm complaining since I get to eat your pasta, but when will it ever end?" She threw up her hands in exasperation, dumping her body on the chair with an audible plop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 19:27:41</strong>
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				At the sound of the "Whump!" Patrick immediately knew that Miss had taken another flop, not at all an usual start to her day.<br><br>"Of course you are, Miss, and I'm not all worried.&nbsp; Yes, the sheets are stupid, actually inanimate," he said, picking up and putting them back on her bed.&nbsp; He would have them cleaned in the infrared washer, and iron them in less than a minute, and her bed would be made before she sat down to eat.<br><br>"I do not spoil you any more than you wish to be spoiled, Miss," he said, placing a crisp white napkin on her lap as she sat at the table.<br><br>He took his own chair across from her, and ate a bit himself.&nbsp; Miss seemed to like the idea of dining with a partner, and of course he obliged her.&nbsp; "Yes, your body is 'out of whack', but it is you who wanted this type of job.&nbsp; Of course your not complaining, Miss, you never do.&nbsp; It will end when you give up "The Job," as you and your associates refer to it."<br><br>Then Patrick stood straight up, his eyes fluttered, and he rattled off a few seconds of computer logic.&nbsp; He stood still for almost a minute and said "... Job,&nbsp; as you and your associates refer to it."<br>A connection had broken within his system, and opened a circuit was meant for artificial intelligence, and the android would soon begin to have human feelings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shores</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 12:34:19</strong>
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				Alexa nodded absentmindedly at the conversation, her mouth full from gobbling up the delicious pasta, when her ears picked up on Patrick repeating a few words over and over again. She blinked, turning her head to look into his green eyes, concern registering on her face.<br><br>"Patrick? Patrick? Are you alright?" She frowned as he continued speaking those few words again. Her fork fell to the floor as she rushed over to his side, overturning her chair in the process. "Patrick?" Her voice was raised a few octaves higher as panic began to set in. <br><br>Patrick had been an expensive piece of equipment she had saved up for on her meagre salary. She had bought him with the intention of enjoying good food with a well-made home. But he had become more than that. In the last six months, she had come to see him as a welcoming voice to come back to after a gruelling day at work. And when she was too tired, she had trusted him to put her in bed as long as she made it through the door. He had become a friend, although it was mad to think of him that way. It was like calling the washing machine in the kitchen your friend. Still, she could not deny nor disguise the twinge of worry that stained her voice.<br><br>"Patrick?" She called out, louder. She must have been overworking him. She knew she abused him, she never bothered to pick up after herself, and he did all the household chores. Her laptop tended to get overheated too. But Patrick was a machine, so she thought he could take it. Ah, yes, a machine, that was what he was. She would fix him like how she fixed all the equipment when it broke down.<br><br>Quickly, she gave him a resounding whack on the back, as if she was hitting a choking man. She hoped she had hit some order back into him, and whatever was causing his wires to cross would become dislodged. "Patrick?" She asked again, bending down to peer closely at his face, hoping for a change.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 16:51:00</strong>
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				Patrick stood up and said, "Sorry about that, Miss.&nbsp; I was running some self-diagnostics after a circuit problem, and I assure you I'm alright.&nbsp; But I thank you for your concern.&nbsp; That's most kind of you," he said, touching her softly on the shoulder.<br><br>He had been aware of the circuit problem, but unaware of the fact that the circuit was now open.&nbsp; This circuit was part of the AI, or artificial intelligence circuit, which would now open all modes of behavior for the positronic robot, or android.&nbsp; Mortal wishes and whims would now begin to flow through the internal flux capacitors, and Patrick would more and more behave like a man, rather than a machine. <br><br>"Since you're up and around, would you prefer to bathe or shower?," he asked, "and what would you like me to choose in the way of lingerie, or will you leave that decision to me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shores</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 11:11:17</strong>
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				Alexa was startled by Patrick's sudden movement and subsequent recovery. Well, androids were smarter than her afterall. It stood to reason Patrick could repair himself, unlike her laptop. She had worried about nothing, and possibly added a few wrinkles to her face in the process.<br><br>She breathed a sigh of relief. Well, at least she would not have to spend her next paycheck fixing him up. She could use it to buy more ingredients for Patrick to exhibit his masterful culinery skills. Lost in her thoughts about the next taste sensation, she nearly missed her android taking advantage of her upright position to steer her to the bathroom. She found personal hygiene a hassle, and luckily, her job did not require her to go to work all shiny.<br><br>Still, the sight of a grown man asking her about her choice of lingerie with a straight face never failed to crack her up even after six months. She burst into loud laughter, clutching at her waist, and bending over to take heaving breaths. Once she had calmed down enough to speak, she chortled out, "It's up to you, Patrick," and quickly fled to the bathroom, slamming the door and bursting into laughter again. <br><br>Stripping out of her clothes and stepping into the shower, the showerhead was automatically turning on to the right temperature and pressure. As the water pounded against her skin, she felt the stress from the stakeout yesterday wear away. Humming, she enjoyed the tickling of the droplets, silently counting to twenty inside her head. According to her very wise mind, that was the amount of time almost anyone needed in the shower to be clean.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 16:59:53</strong>
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				Patrick nodded and said, "As you wish."&nbsp; He wondered at the gales of laughter coming from the bathroom, but he was often unable to fathom the mental workings of the female mind.&nbsp; But then he realized that he could tap into that resource, and perhaps become even more useful to... Alexa.&nbsp; He stumbled a bit over calling her by name, but it began to feel right to him, Miss Alexa would do for a start.<br><br>He went to her bedroom and neatened up the room, then went to her dresser drawer and looked over her lingerie.&nbsp; He thought she would look lovely in the peach bra and matching panties, and immediately gathered an image of her in them, and he felt... somehow aroused.<br><br>Knowing Alexa's 20 second shower regime, he was certain that she had already finished.&nbsp; He opened the door, and said, "I set out the peach set for you, Miss Alexa.&nbsp; With your skin tone and black hair you will look stunning!&nbsp; I'll get your soiled undies and be right in to assist you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shores</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 17:43:13</strong>
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				19...20. There, she was done. She reached out for the towel hanging on the rack and began to do a rough drying of her body, starting from her face to her long strands of tangled hair, down to her petite frame where her small breasts rested. Her pale skin was mostly flawless except for a small mole at the top of her left breast near the cleavage line. Her stomach bulged out slightly from all the fast food she consumed while on the job. If anyone asked, she would attribute it to her genes. Surprisingly, her legs were quite well muscled from her frequent jaunts to the gym where she hit the treadmill. She needed to be in top condition in case one of the people she was investigating bolted from her. She stared down at her feet. They were not in the best condition from all the running. Shrugging her shoulders, she hung the towel back haphazardly, knowing Patrick would take care of it.<br><br><em>"I set out the peach set for you, Miss Alexa.&nbsp; With your skin tone and black hair you will look stunning!&nbsp; I'll get your soiled undies and be right in to assist you."</em> <br><br>The hair on her slender back rose slightly at the way his masculine voice seemed to caress her name. He had called her Miss Alexa. His usual 'Miss' had gone. Had something gone wrong within him just now? She had never been successful on getting him to call her by name, despite her prolonged insistence on Alexa, or even just Lex, which was what the guys at work called her. She had finally given up on getting him to stop it and just became used to Miss. It was a welcome change to hear Miss Alexa. It was quite possibly the first time she had heard him speak her name. And it was done without hesitating. <br><br>A warm heat rose through her, culminating in a slight blush across her cheeks as she thought about it.<br><br>And then he had asked about assisting her. She thought he had stopped that piece of programming. The thought of a man, or what appeared to be a man, assisting her in putting on her underwear was still a bit of a stretch for her. The first time he had asked her, she had asked him in return whether he had anything else to do in the hopes of sparing his feelings from an outright refusal. She knews he was only trying to help. He was an android afterall, programmed to help out his mistress in any way he could. He had replied with a no, and she had to recall he had no feelings before bluntly refusing his help. Gradually, he had learnt that she did not require help for that task and had stopped inquiring. She gave what was her usual reply.<br><br>"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Patrick. I am glad you have finally started calling me Miss Alexa, although Alexa would be even better. I did not know I had a peach set. But I am sure it will be as you say," she paused briefly, wondering how to phrase her refusal politely. <br><br>"And... I can wear it myself, you know? I am a grown woman of twenty-three. If I can chase down criminals, I can certainly put on my own underwear."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 14:47:57</strong>
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				"You're welcome, Alexa, and yes, you had the peach set in the back of your lower dresser drawer, pushed into the corner," he said.<br><br>Patrick followed her into her bedroom and said, "Of course you can dress yourself, but I want you to look and feel good about yourself.&nbsp; You're a beautiful woman, but you play it down too much.&nbsp; I assume you do it in part to maintain your stature as "just one of the guys" at work, but when you're not at work I would think we should pamper the lovely body you have."<br><br>"I know the stress you work with," he said, holding the peach bra out to her, "would you like a massage?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "I think it would relax you wonderfully."<br><br>Patrick was aware of the new feelings he was having, and his feelings toward Alexa were growing rapidly.&nbsp; He had always felt a certain kinship with her, but he was thinking as a man, now, not only as an android.&nbsp; Alexa's body now held all new meaning for him, and he wanted to be closer, more... intimate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shores</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 17:12:57</strong>
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				Alexa nodded at Patrick's words, his smooth voice always seemed to hynotise her into agreeing. They would. Afterall, his voice had been set to the level which appealed to her the most. She had noticed the change in tone over time, her observational skills a side effect from her job. She tried thinking of something to disagree with, but her mind seemed slightly clouded as she was standing naked in front of him. Better get dressed.<br><br>Slowly, she stepped forward and took the bra from him, trying to calm herself down by saying he was a droid. But her modesty won in the end, and she turned around to put it on, slipping her arms through the straps, and reaching her hands around to hook the clasp in. She took the matching underwear from him as well, sliding it up her ankles, knees and then thighs. The fabric of the small piece of covering made her feel slightly more feminine. Perhaps she should wear this more often.<br><br>"Hm, a massage would be wonderful, Patrick," she smiled, jumping belly-down onto the bed, its springs creaking under the sudden weight. Feeling more confident now that she was less exposed, she flipped herself over and smiled up at Patrick. "So, which part first?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 19:22:29</strong>
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				Patrick watched as Alexa put on her bra, followed by the matching panties.&nbsp; The feeling and emotions he had regarding her were all changing rapidly, and he felt drawn to her emotionally, physically, and sexually.&nbsp; He was also beginning to feel differently about the massage he had suggested.<br><br>He smiled at her playfulness as she launched herself onto the bed, and said with smile, "As you are already in the prone position, let us start with a backrub," he said, unclasping her bra and sliding onto her back, his butt on the hollow just above hers.&nbsp; He did her arms, then her neck, then her back and shoulders, all slowly but firmly eliminating the tension that built in her body.&nbsp; Patrick spoke softly as he lulled her into a quasi-sleep.&nbsp; He knew the stress was hard on her body, and tried his best to maintain it for her.&nbsp; The oils he used were aromatic, and his warm hands stroked and caressed along her sides, his hands feeling the bulge of her breast, and he felt the tension ease.&nbsp; Then he slid down and spread her legs a bit, so he could kneel between her feet.&nbsp; He massaged her legs, up an onto her inner thighs, his fingers purposely grazing along her panties, and as he pressed and kneaded her butt he slid hid hands under the panties, just enough to titillate her and arouse her a bit.<br><br>He got off the bed and said, "Roll over Lex, and let me work the front for you.&nbsp; You're all knotted up!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shores</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 11:58:32</strong>
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				Alexa felt her body relax under the firm and attentive ministrations of Patrick's warm hands. She could feel the tension in her muscles dissipating, and her mind started drifting off with it. She truly looked forward to Patrick's hands working his way on her body, although she would be too shy to say so. She felt a warmth spread throughout her body as her blood circulation increased from the skillful massage she was receiving. She felt his fingers going under her peach panties, his hands working at the fleshy mounds of her butt. A warmth spread slightly from her nether regions, and she resisted the urge to squirm. It was just a massage administered by her servant android, afterall.<br><br>Her head slightly foggy, she rolled over to lie on her back. Her bra straps slipped down to her elbows, her bra cups becoming misplaced, exposing her tender breasts. Her nipples stood out slightly from the earlier touches Patrick had administered on her. She looked into his green eyes, nodding at his words, "Yes, stress on my body is the worst side effect of my job, but your touch always seems to take care of it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 16:07:11</strong>
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				Seeing that Alexa was so quickly relaxed and open to his caresses thus far, he had hopes that he could bring her even more therapeutic release.&nbsp; His time spent scanning the literature of both massage therapy and his new-found interest in sex as stress relief also was arousing desires within his own body.<br><br>He smiled when she looked into his eyes, and felt more drawn to her than ever.&nbsp; He had always liked her, and enjoyed her company, but he wanted more than company, he wanted companionship, a relationship.&nbsp; He held the contact with her eyes for another second and said, "I know, and I am working on unusual new techniques that will give you more relief," he said, returning to the massage, and her breasts now bared, he caressed and stroked her chest and sides then began to gently squeeze her breasts, his thumbs sliding across her semi-erect nipples.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shores</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 15:00:27</strong>
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				Alexa felt her muscles tense as Patrick glided his thumbs across her sensitive nipples. The slight touch was making her feel turned on. She shook her head. It was odd to be turned on when an android was giving her a massage. As his warm hands continued working their way over her chest, she could feel herself getting even more aroused. She quickly used her arms to shift herself, placing her breasts out of the grasp of his hands. She did not want to offend him with her denial of his services.<br><br>"That felt good, Patrick, but do you think you could help me relax in other areas? Your touches have me quite... heated up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 15:24:10</strong>
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				Patrick said, "Alexa, the tension built up in you can cause all types of stress... exactly what you don't need or want in the work you have to do.&nbsp; Trust me!&nbsp; I want to give you a full release massage.&nbsp; It will be therapeutic, believe me.&nbsp; Help me to help you!&nbsp; Don't get caught up in irrational phobias, let me continue," he said firmly, the first time he had done so.
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				Post by: <strong>Shores</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 18:22:08</strong>
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				Alexa was slightly startled by the tone Patrick said his words in. She did not think androids were programmed to react so firmly. Perhaps his sensors had picked up her muscles were really fatigued and she needed the massage? She nodded, looking into his eyes trustingly, "Alright, Patrick. I trust you." She smiled, lifting a hand to caress him gently on his cheek.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 18:38:58</strong>
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				Patrick was startled by the intimacy of Alexa's caress, and thought of it as an affirmation of the sensual, and sexual, massage.&nbsp; He smiled and said, "I won't disappoint you, Lex," as he resumed his ministrations.<br><br>He again tended to her breasts, bringing them back to their former level of sensuality, then he massaged along her sides, and onto her thighs, then moving his hands up, massaging her inner thighs, his fingers straying under her panties as his other hand massaged just above her soft mound pressing and rubbing directly over her g-spot.<br><br>He spoke softly into her ear, saying, "Relax and enjoy this, you really need the release.&nbsp; You are still tense and tight, but this will help."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shores</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 21:01:14</strong>
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				As his fingers continued their journey along her body, she could feel herself heating up from deep within. A soft moan escaped from her lips as Patrick's warm fingers touched her intimate spot. The pleasure he created in her was a feeling she did not experience often. It was also the first time that he had touched her in such an intimate spot. She felt shy about it, burying her face into his neck to hide her face. His neck was as warm and soft as his hands that were roaming about her body. There was the scent of roses on him, a smell he knew she liked, and a faint hint of metal. <br><br>As the need in her body grew and she became wet down below, she kept telling herself that he was an android. It was fine to experience such pleasure from him. Despite his handsome form, he was like one of the sex toys hidden in her closet, to be used freely with no strings attached.<br><br>"Thank you, Patrick. You are better than any of the gadgets I have," she said, reinforcing within her the idea that he was merely a tool, not a human she should fall for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winsome Lass</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 21:43:46</strong>
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				He smiled as she buried her face in his neck, and took it as encouragement to continue.&nbsp; He stayed with her like that, her face tucked in on his neck, and was humming softly as he massaged her.&nbsp; "Thank you, Alexa, for the praise.&nbsp; I hope you find me the most useful of your gadgets," he whispered softly into her ear.<br><br>He could both sense and smell her arousal, and he had anticipated it.&nbsp; He had become aware that he was, for all intents and purposes, a man.&nbsp; But he willfully withheld that fact, clearly violating the so called, "Laws of Robotics," but he didn't care.&nbsp; All he cared about was Alexa, Lex.&nbsp; He loved her, and wanted her to see him as a companion, a lover.&nbsp; He knew that would take time, but he had plenty of it.&nbsp; He continued his rubbing above her g-spot, and tugged the peach panties off her slim legs, again admiring the peachy little puss.&nbsp; And then he slid a finger along her crease, up and down slowly as her outer lips opened to him, and he dipped a finger into her sweet slit, then began to circle her clit with the slippery finger as he pushed her small hood aside.&nbsp; His finger varied the speed and pressure, so that each circle was unique from all others, and he had calculated that this would allow Alexa to have the quickest and strongest orgasm possible, and that there would be some aftershoks, or mini-orgasms following up.&nbsp; He smiled to himself as he amped up the speed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Android    (Shores &amp; Winsome Lass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shores</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 12:12:34</strong>
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				Alexa moaned as Patrick continued his ministrations on her flesh. The pleasure he was bringing with his gentle but eager touches slowly brought her to her peak, then back down again, followed by an even higher peak. She could feel herself becoming wetter with each stroke of his finger, her body becoming hotter with each passing moment. It was like Patrick was the ember that had lit a spark within her, and she wanted more of it. More of that passionate flame. As his finger picked up speed, she could feel herself getting closer. She started breathing heavily against his warm neck, small sounds escaping from her lips. And then suddenly, she reached her highest peak. She felt her insides clench as she came in waves, one after the other. She cried out against him, the pleasure so intense it nearly took her breath away. She had never been able to achieve this feeling by herself. As small orgasms continued to overcome her body, she wrapped her arms around his braod shoulders, clutching him tightly against her. She did not know why she was hugging a machine against her, only that she wanted to, needed to feel closer to him.
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