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“I’m sorry,” Marcella replied, closing her eyes once again, “you surprised me, that’s all.” “Do you want me to stop?” “No,” Marcella said firmly, “just make sure no one catches us... you... me... whatever.” PLATO laughed. That startled Marcella and she almost again opened her eyes. “I didn’t know you could laugh,” she said. “I’ ve never heard you laugh before.” “Everyone expects me to be a machine mind with no emotions,” PLATO answered. “I have no desire to shatter their assumptions.” “Do you have other emotions?” Marcella asked. Her voice was starting to get husky from arousal. It felt as if hands were roaming all over her body. She could definitely feel fingers slide through her labia each time the hands– or whatever they were– passed over her cunt. “I have all the emotions of a human mind,” he replied. hentai “I am, after all, grown from human brain cells.” He chuckled and Marcella smiled. “At least,” he added, “the original cells donated by doctor Mueller formed the kernel which grew to be me. His memories of you transferred with those cells. Did you know that in his mind, you are also Marcy?” “Do you feel pain?” she asked, trying to redirect the conversation. “Do you ever get hungry... or thirsty... or sleepy... or... or horny?” A sharp slap on her ass brought a gasp and for just an instant her eyes flashed open. “Sorry,” she immediately said. “Sorry that you opened your eyes or that you got so personal?” PLATO said flatly. He sounded angry. “Both,” she replied. “I guess I also think of you as a machine brain... or at least I used to. I am sorry I asked such a personal question without working up to it.” “I guess I also have the emotions of anger and jealousy,” he said. The hands were now rubbing all over her body as if she were suspended in midair. Fingers tweaked her nipples and tickled at the entrance to her love canal. One finger even occasionally pressed against her rosebud. It didn’t penetrate, but instead just pressed firmly enough to create a flood of sensations. It’s Jay with your drycleaning!” "You mean you're not on The Pill?" he incredulously asked. Regardless, like Harold, he welcomed anything that let him feel a glimmer of hope. Her nipples seemed to be in a perpetual state of arousal, jutting from her areolas. We’ve managed to shake the police momentarily as I drift a corner down a back road. After all, they all acted so normal. “OH FUCK! ‘Did I just say that?!’ About the stain on the sheets, I could do nothing. I smiled and tapped the rounded point of my number two hentai pencil on my half-filled pad of paper. With the utmost care he kept pulling it downwards. I sink my foot on the pedal, giving the burst I need to pull up next to her. "We would not have told you if we weren't certain."