MY, OUR, YOUR SEX TAILS

George Jetson whistled happily to himself as he flew home in his car. He had managed to get through the week without getting fired. And his boss, Cosmo Spacely, had actually asked George to help him test a new product the company was developing. It was called a Personal Robot Optimized to Be Ever Ready or PROBER for short. This robot was designed to be a personal assistant around the house, programmed with the latest artificial intelligence to anticipate and provide the users with whatever they wanted or needed. The prototype was going to be delivered this evening. George couldn’t wait to see the looks on his family’s faces when they saw this latest technological marvel. The sliding sidewalk carried him into his home. “Hey everyone, I’m home!” he called out. No one answered. The apartment was strangely quiet for a Friday evening. No music blaring from Judy’s room, no sounds of video games from Elroy’s, no Astro running up to lick him. “Hello?” he called out again. “

I had been away on business for almost three weeks. Sue and I hated to be separated for so long, but I was working on a new account that meant a lot of money to the business. My client wanted to build a resort in the mountains northwest of Yellowstone Park. I was hired to research the area, find a suitable location, and make an initial offer. I was hoping to wrap this trip up in a week or so. It looked like this could run more like a couple of months! Sue and I talked every couple of days on the telephone. We had not been separated like this since we had met. I really missed my wife. Sleeping alone in hotel after hotel was a real drag. When I called we would talk about everything that the other had done since our last conversation. Sue let me know every time that she needed me home. She told me she wanted to feel me next to her in bed. It seemed that at least every other call ended up with a very graphic and sexual obscene conversation. We were both horny

Brenda eased the Dodge into a slow turn and pulled up short before the gate. The bright California sun brought out the reddish tint in her luscious brown hair as she leaned out of the car and flicked the call button. She sank back into the seat and gave the camera an impatient look as she waited for the gate to open. Her long, painted fingernails drummed against the steering wheel as she sighed in annoyance. The gate whirred open and the tires dug in as she pushed the pedal down hard. The gleaming car shot up the long driveway to the top of the hill, then growled as she throttled down and curved around the fountain in front of the Taylor's spanish style house. She turned off the engine and hopped out, hauling a shoulder bag with her as she sauntered across the expensive brick driveway and up to the large double doors. She didn't bother to knock, just turned the knob and went inside. It was chilly inside, the air-conditioning working to peak efficiency.