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Her legs were spread wide for the camera beneath her desk, and her hand was between her legs softly stroking her slit. Meanwhile, Richard– Doctor Mueller– was in the Growth Processing Room lying on one of the strange tables. At least that’s where his body was. His mind was standing in a green meadow having a complex discussion with Plato– PLATO’s anthropomorphic form which he can project into any reality created around Richard or Marcella. The discussion between Richard and Plato concerned ways of creating an Alternate Technology Organism to repair severely-damaged spinal columns without revealing that PLATO, himself, was truly sentient and growing more powerful by the day. Marcella gave a deep sigh as she looked through the windows into the processing room. “Don’t worry, Marcy,” PLATO’s voice said from the speakers in front of her. “I’m not ignoring you. Unlike Richard, I can truly multitask and handle many different problems at the same time. I appreciate perky the view as you stroke yourself. I also find your scent... intoxicating.” Marcella was startled that PLATO mentioned how she smelled. The fact that she smelled wasn’t the surprise. She tight could smell herself and knew that she smelled like a whore in heat, but she hadn’t realized that PLATO could detect odors. She stopped stroking herself, smiled down at the monitor in front of her, and said, “I’m sorry, PLATO, but I guess I’m a little jealous. I had you to myself for so many months, and now I have to share you with Richard.” “There is more than enough of me to go around,” PLATO responded. This time his voice sounded slightly different and Marcella recognized that she was now hearing him inside her head. “Would you like to go for a Unicorn ride?” he asked playfully. She smiled and nodded her head like a little girl. Suddenly she was no longer sitting at the console. She was flying across the sky on the back of a beautiful, white horse with a meter-long golden horn sprouting from the center of its forehead. She leaned forward and hugged the Unicorn’s neck. His long mane was fluttering slightly in the wind of his flight and felt like a feather duster against her nipples. She tightened her tits knees against the Unicorn’s side. This wasn’t to keep from falling off, but rather to heighten the feelings between her legs. She couldn’t fall off, partially because there was a thick leather strap which went beneath the Unicorn and tied her ankles together, but more importantly, she couldn’t fall off because there was a second horn on this Unicorn. That second horn was in the center adorable of his back and pointed straight up. The “back horn” as she had called it on girlfriend previous rides, wasn’t long and hard and golden like the horn on the Unicorn’s head. Instead, it was short and soft and warm, and it pulsed in length and girth and even heat as the Unicorn flapped his wings through the sky. Each time the Unicorn flapped downward with his wings, the force pulled his body upward, which pushed the fleshy horn deeper into Marcella’s quivering cunt. She was starting to moan loudly and began oscillating her crotch against the Unicorn’s back. Her moans became louder and more desperate. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back so she didn’t notice that the Unicorn had landed in a high mountain meadow until he began bucking gently beneath her. The sensations were now overwhelming. Somehow the hairs of the Unicorn’s mane were still whipping back and forth lightly flogging her nipples and driving her higher and higher as the fleshy horn drove deeper and deeper into her cunt. The fight was exhilarating. Antoine turned away from his hushed conversation with Katie and felt his breath choke. “I... I mean, lookin' back on it all, I guess it's kind of silly, since I can't actually get a dog pregnant, or anything. With a loud crackling sound and sudden "ZAP," the woman was forced off the petite blonde and flung several feet backward, where she lay twitching. She can't... She flexed her hips again. “God, your tits fill my hands even more fully than I dreamed they would.” He squeezed hard enough that it became painful, then he let go and began rubbing my nipples, which were rock hard because of the cold. He blurted out, “It was the 13 Vendémiaire Revolt.” She kissed her sister as Daddy groaned. Looking at the code he saw that it was Hartwell. Marie said, “You guys introduce your selves and I will get us all something to drink. "Of course I am. The things that had meaning in my life felt gone. I suppose that there being 3 of us and no one taking photos or a video of us gave us each more confidence and attracted less attention to us. In my reply I had to admit that I’d only cum 10 times. They sprinted perky back for the van, engine revving, which took girlfriend off even before they managed to get the sliding door closed. A big glob of cum forced her eyes shut. This "footsie under the table" stuff was something that Sally had done to Linda many times in the past, tits and always adorable when they were at public places together, most often at restaurants. It just happened to be my cock. Her lips latched onto my clit. I have been told by everyone that I don’t look my age at all, they say I look at least ten years younger, tight but so does my husband, a lot of people are shocked when we tell them our age. He loved his twin sister very much and didn’t want to do anything that would hurt her or embarrass her. What caught Gina's eye were the two gold rings in her nipples.