When his hand reached to top of her slit, she moaned and curled her crotch upward to open it to his fingers. As his fingers began to enter beautiful her, she bucked up into his hand harder and harder. “Besides,” Plato continued, “in a way, I AM Richard, so it is as if you were making love to him.” His center finger strayed downward, at first massage pushing slightly on the back edge of her slit and then slipping further down between her ass cheeks and stopping over her rosebud. Marcella’s moan became higher-pitched as that finger began pulsing up and down against her puckered hole. Plato wasn’t pushing his finger into her ass, but was applying more and more pressure as she slammed harder and harder into his hand. Then, just as she was at the very edge of orgasm, Plato pushed his finger into her nether hole and with his thumb in the base of her slit, pinched tightly as she screamed out in orgasm. Marcella thrashed and flailed in a very intense orgasm, but rather than relaxing into the afterglow, she pulled herself asian to her knees and stared down at Plato. No one had ever done that to her before... well no one except herself. When she needed relief and her own hands were failing her, she would resort to what she called “the cunt-ass pinch” to take her over the top. “Then again,” Plato said with a sly smile, “I also am you.” He looked thoughtful for a moment and then added, “It is interesting to approach a problem from two totally different points of view.” He chuckled and said, “I know about the different ways of thinking about things, but knowing is different from experiencing.” After a short pause he said, “Hopefully, I can extrapolate into fully understanding how others– perhaps of different races or sexual orientations– would think.” “Do you need more brain cells?” she asked. He gave her an odd smile and said, “Balancing two such different ways of thinking is more than enough to keep my neural processors busy.” “So you are me, too, now?” Marcella said. “Yup,” Plato answered, sounding very much sensual like the way that Richard would have answered. “When are you going to tell Richard?” she asked. “Tomorrow night,” Plato responded, “but let me tell him in my own special way, OK?” “OK, Plato,” she replied with a smile, but I don’t think I can keep the secret longer than that.” “Don’t worry,” Plato replied, “after tomorrow night, he will definitely know. Just make sure he reads the message I text to both your phones and send to your home email account.” The message arrived mid-afternoon the next day and said simply, “Richard and Marcella, I need to speak with both of you tonight. It may be a long conversation, so Richard, please arrive shortly after second shift has departed for the day.” Richard looked slightly confused when he read the message. Marcella just smiled. A little after eleven, the last of the second shift technicians were gone for the night and Marcella was waiting anxiously for Richard to arrive. PLATO must have been anxious also because he buzzed him in before he had a chance to swipe his ID badge at the door. “So what is so important?” Richard said, almost testily, as he and Marcella stood in the Growth Processing Room. Marcella was about to tell him to be patient when suddenly everything began spinning around her. She was pretty sure that PLATO was taking them into one of his realities, but it had never been like this before. Then her eyes cleared. They were on her favorite tidal island. She could see the blue sky and the puffy white clouds and the gray-blue ocean. The sand was pale– almost white– and the sun was warm on her back and arms. She looked down at the large beach blanket and yelped loudly. She was looking down at herself, lying naked on the blanket. Her yelp sounded odd... too deep for her voice. She held up her hands and almost yelped again. Her body arms bore a thin, erotic light brown covering of hair. She looked further down at her body and this time yelped very loudly... "Ohhhh... Bobby made chicken in a homemade beautiful alfredo sauce over egg noodles, it’s delicious,” I erotic tell her. I Wordlessly signaled everyone to be quiet. She began bobbing her head again. I had a fast thrilling orgasm only a few minutes after we started. Whether she knew it or not she just rented an apartment. When I got to the kitchen mom was sipping coffee at the table. Making sure my moves were exaggerated so the spectators could see, I thrust into Nicole, watching as my cock entered her. Told body you she’d call you every day?" he said over dramatically. I sensual beamed at him as the massage tears spilled down my asian cheeks.