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Ill make a deal with you, it just so happened me and your mother are having a little dinner party tonight, if you help us set up, ill take you, deal?” he asked. “Deal!” I said eagerly. Just as our conversation finished I felt a foot on my crotch, I jumped a little but not enough to draw attention. Since Rita was sitting next to me I knew it wasn’t her, but mom and Aunt Lisa were right next to each other across from me, and both were busy eating breakfast. The mysterious foot was really grinding into my crotch, and I was getting a little aroused, so I pretended to fix my pants so I could get a glimpse to see what direction the leg would retreat to, but whosever foot it was jerked it back, but not before I seen the toenails painted with red polish. At least now I could find out once and for all who it was, so I began to calm down and finish my breakfast.After we finished eating, I took a quick shower and headed downstairs to the living room to wait for dad. A little while later mom and. I blinked, nodding my head. I strained against Peony's tentacle. It slid through the grip of my tentacles, trying to get to my pussy. Peony let out a soft sigh, pinching nipples through blouse and her camisole, twisting her nubs. My own nipples ached....connect... a feminine, mechanical voice whispered in my thoughts. It wasn't from Merita, and it wasn't from Peony. I could read minds, especially those I was close to. I caught bits of Tabitha's mind screaming her passion as the tentacle fucking her cunt brought her closer and closer to her orgasm. But this voice was strange. And it came from Peony.It's the nanites, Merita supplied....connect......must connect......need more processing power......must find the voice...They're searching for the ship's computer, Merita gasped. We need to get to my ship. You have to escape.“How?” I blurted out loud. I wrenched the tentacle from me, tossing it to the side while shuddering, pleasure racing up to my pussy. Peony stumbled and caught herself.
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