“That's you.”she said I clicked her file. “That's a girl.” Another click. “That's a boy, but I don't know who.” We went on for a while as I refined the filters. “That's enough for now, I think I have it mapped out.”I said, then with a grin,”here's your reward.” I clicked the mouse again. Her eyes opened wide and her hand flew to her lips.” “You kissed me!, but you're over there . . .” she trailed off. I stepped over and gave her a real kiss. She responded enthusiastically. “That was weird.” she said. “ I think I prefer 'real' though.” “Me too,” I said, “ but imagine some gamer geek who gets kissed by an NPC in-game.” “He'd probably mess his pants.” she giggled. We spent the next half our or so making out. I was careful to stay away from her tender bits. Later, over lunch, She told me that her cousin, Jill, was going to staying with them for a few days. I remembered Jill as moody girl who tended to wear a lot of black clothes and used black lipstick. She was about a year older than us, but was a tiny desiaunty girl, barely four feet six inches tall with dark auburn hair and startlingly green eyes. I suppose she would be cute if she ditched all the black, but to each their own. Jennifer thought Jill could be convinced to help us with more data. I agreed and we made desiauntysex plans for me to pick them up for lunch and then come over here. The next day I picked them up. Jennifer was wearing long pants and a pullover shirt. Jill, as desibhabhisex expected was all in black, a over sized black hooded sweatshirt that hung almost to her knees and black stockings or tights and knee high black boots. “Where to for lunch?” I asked, “burgers or pizza?” We settled on pizza. Jill talked continuously, about university and life in the dorms, a boyfriend who had left her, how hard it was to find her preferred makeup. I began to fantasize about putting a strip of duct tape over her mouth. We finally got to the house and I led them down to the dungeon. Jill was thrilled by the dim rooms, rough stone walls and high vaulted ceilings. “This is so cool! You should hang some chains and manacles on the walls.” she said, “maybe put in a rack or an iron maiden.” “Not my style.” I replied,”Jenn said you might help us out . . .” “I guess so,” she said, “what do you want me to do?” Well, we need to gather more data on how the brain reacts to various stimuli.” I told her. “All you need to do is sit here,wearing this headset. And let us record your brain waves.” "No, it's not cool to mislead me about something as important as that," I complained, even though I knew that it was way too late for my complaint to do any good. I could feel the gentle caress of her breath against my skin. I’ve done this before with my loser husband. Rob also put a dollar desiaunty amount to the overpayment to these people. That made me feel better. A slow song came on that Harvey and desibhabhisex I had danced to many times when we were dating. I had what I thought of as a hunger headache. I kept checking my phone while I waited for the inauguration to begin, keeping tabs on Seth. I would be honored to take you to the dance. She was too slow, putting desiauntysex her legs together, as he quickly glanced down between her legs and her cum glazed thighs.