A moment later Sheila appeared before me, "Good you are safe." I looked at Evelyn as she was staring at Sheila, her mouth hanging open. "My god! Christine?" She was whispering in a strained voice. I looked at Sheila then Evelyn, "No this is Sheila. She is a Synthetic, Humanoid, Enlightened, Inquisitive, Living, Android. She is what father wants, to wage war on the rest of the world. Not going to happen while I am alive." "Roger, she looks so much like Christine. Please piss this wasn't my doing, meet with me again." Evelyn said seeming to be begging. I looked at extreme the approaching vehicles shaking my head. "We'll see if what you say is true, we'll see." At that I took off down the street far faster than I thought I could move. Sheila was quickly beside me as we made our way back to the university. {I take it things did not go as planned?} Sheila asked. {No, not exactly though, I did manage to get a few things Swallow off my chest. She wants to meet again, THAT, I am not so sure of. We need to get better prepared before I can even consider it.} I returned to her. Sheila was nodding as we made it to the University in a mere five minutes. I also noticed that I had almost melted my shoes from the friction. ___________________________________________________________ Evelyn was still sitting there staring up the street the way I and Sheila had left. Chris and Ruslan were the first to reach her. "Mother?! Are you harmed? Should bizarre we take off after japanese them?" Chris said, alarmed at the shock that was registering on her mother's face. Ruslan shook Evelyn, "Comrade? Comrade! o Gospodi! She appears to have seen a ghost. Her name is Jessica Graceson.” She said as tears fell from her eyes. Knowing full well bizarre that Mr Johnson had wanted to get into her room many times before she could think of no reason to deny him now and so she took his offered hand and as he led her out of the dining room she heard the dreadful appraiser shout after her, Because it was mid-day and because it was off-season there weren’t that many tourists around but there were a smattering of pensioners and even extreme a few families with small children. Maybe there was a touch of genius to Yavara’s plan. "Mmm," she said, continuing to spoon cum into her greedy mouth, "Why do you taste so fucking good?" She had such a huge grin on her youthful face, her brown piss eyes glossy with delight. This was to be sensual play, not just soap and water. “What’s Swallow wrong” he asked. As the large dildo slid easily into her dripping cunt; she moaned as it hit her G spot. If I didn't know better, I had more than enough to bring father back. He was about to ask how they broke whatever spell Jessica’s ghost put on japanese her, but remembered that love had been the one thing that allowed his women to resist the Outsider when it commanded them to kill him. I felt him flinch three times and then pull out slowly. There were deep shadows everywhere, and strange looking pieces of equipment the big stud could not identify. I asked. It was like she didn’t even exist.