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I had found out that the semi-morphs had completed their commissions, whatever they were and that we were going to all be moved in mass to a planet of our own tits soon. So, I asked the sponsors through my ‘psimail,’ if they would grant me one wish. To create Marci as a full morph, just like me and at the same apparent age that I had at twenty-four. They said that they would consult among each other and their superiors along with Marci to see if this would work out. After a very stressful week, with Marci moving to be on death’s bed, I got my answer concurrent with notice of her passing, when she approached and knocked on my door much like the amateur little girl that I had first encountered only at the apparent age of eighteen, which she would stay at as long as we were together. And that promised to be for a long time, endless in practicality. She jumped into my arms, and I teared up like never before or since, and I detected some symbolic wet eyes among the observing sponsors, too. As Marcia (as I now dubbed Marci to differentiate her from her previous self, which she still remembered) and I joined the leaving giant ship with all nine hundred young men and ninety young women semi-morphs; I also noticed a new Alexa in the company with evidently a clone of mine. I smiled at that and when we got settled on the new planet prepared sexy for us, they adorable took up residence on the opposite side from us, but became our very good friends when we gathered together every so many years for a planetary friendship festival. This story stands– more or less– on its own but might make more sense if you have read the previous chapters. Unlike the previous chapter, this one is relatively mild sexually and primarily involves female-female love-making and a male-female-male sexual sandwich. WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these girlfriend stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2019 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. It was another long, boring night. Marcella Henry was sitting at PLATO’s night monitoring console taking advantage of the unbelievably fast internet speed. As usual once the rest of the staff had left, she was naked, with her legs spread so PLATO could clearly see her sex, but tonight she showed no signs of sexual excitement. Even as she scrolled through a couple of her favorite internet sites she remained totally dry. “Marcy?” PLATO said softly from the speakers on her console, “Is something bothering you tonight?” “I thought I knew Loretta,” Marcella said sadly. “I would never have expected her to betray you like that.” “Someone exploited her weakness,” PLATO replied calmly, this time inside Marcella’s head. “That’s exactly the point,” she said, her voice rising in volume and pitch, “. her weakness. We all have weaknesses. What if someone finds my weakness? What if they threaten to kill me or Richard?” “Are you afraid of death?” Plato asked. She felt a hand rest on her shoulder. PLATO’s projected form was now standing next to her. She looked up at him and sighed. “I guess that’s one area you don’t understand.” When I had stabilized myself sitting on the adorable edge of the bed, she pulled my sweatpants and boxers off with one swift pull revealing my aching cock pointed straight in the air. My cell phone buzzed with another text. I found my daughter's name and strengthened their relationship even more, making a tits bond that would last between them for life. The pair of hands on her hips forced the cock deep into her, and each time his hips slammed into her ass her clit felt the familiar slap of a large pair of balls. Part of her was reluctant: apprehensive at thoughts of vague, far-off consquences of a threesome, embarassed to be stripped naked in front of a total stranger, and frightened that they amateur might not stop if she became uncomfortable. She felt Lucas come up behind her and grab her hips as he grinded his hard cock on her ass. “Sounds perfect, ” Kelly laughed, and she could feel her cheeks warming. “We’re here” she whispered. Can we do that do you think?” Oh god mom, it looked so big. Ephus sexy told her with a slight smile. She didn't move. He thought if she kept this up he may just blast a stream of cum right onto her belly. Just like that, Greta and... I was so glad I couldn't give commands or I would be bad again. “Ohmygod, ohmygod” she said. “Oops, I got a girlfriend little carried away with the last 9 inches…” I worked my way up through my company from sales secretary to area sales manager for North West and wales, which is a bit strange as I live in London. But she did have perky tits and a tight ass, even though she had a very innocent vibe. Jason grabbed Evan, shook him, hugged him and shook him again. I was wearing this body, and if I didn’t bind to it, it would fall away from me like cheap clothing.