Inferioritis: Search for a Cure
Copyright© 2021 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 15: My Android Talks to My Belly, But My Uterus is Boycotting
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 15: My Android Talks to My Belly, But My Uterus is Boycotting - His disease was emotional. Hers was in her pancreas. Algebra brought them together. The earth tried to eat her. Then he learned to eat her, and they lived in their sex palace. There's a fairy godmother, Bluetooth, and auto financing. Excess happy tears. And a medical breakthrough. Also, horses.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches School White Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Small Breasts
“My love, I’m feeling horny, but I recoil at your touch. Please don’t leave me!” Dan looked at her sympathetically. “Sweets, I love you forever. I will never leave you, even when you’re itchy, bitchy, and cross. We will recover from all this medical manipulation, and restore our home sex palace! Don’t ever doubt me. I’m loyal, and I bring you tiny chocolate treats. Let’s go shower (carefully) and dress, and see what’s ready for breakfast.”
Grace and Darcy were learning the ins and outs of her implanted devices. There were hiccups in the bluetooth links, but they were corrected. Grace was feeling more stable, and the first period was only partly awful. Weekly statistics were emailed to Dr. Adams, and Grace began to feel more confident.
Meanwhile, Dan completed his semester exams. He oscillated between confident and fretful. But the results arrived by email, and he had pretty good grades after all. He decided to challenge a course in the next semester. It wasn’t critically important, and he intended to just take the final exam for the course grade.
Christmas brought the families together. Grace and Dan attended midnight mass with her parents, siblings, and of course Uncle Hugo. Darcy and Ed hosted a warm gathering and dinner with Thomas, his girlfriend, Dré, her friend Pam, and of course Grace and Dan. Before the end of the evening, Ed handed envelopes to Dré and Dan.
At home, Grace and Dan opened the envelope. Inside were two checks, post-dated to January 2nd, $15 thousand each from Ed and from Darcy. A post-it explained, “New tax year. CPA says give up to the $15000 federal limit. Fix up Sex Palace. Make Grandbabies. We love you.”
Grace: “Awww, they’re so sweet. We have to thank them. But first, I need to puke.” She ran to the bathroom and spewed. Dan: “Sweets! What’s wrong?” “All that rich food backed up on me. And I’m going into PMS. Forgive me?” “Of course, I will always be there to hold your hair and clean your vomit.” “And they say romance is dead,” smiled Grace.
Grace called in for Dr. Adams the next morning. “I thought this could happen. We need to goose your insulin pump before you PMS.” Grace took down the instructions. Then she called Darcy. She heard, “Mmph” and tittered. “Merry Christmas, Dad.” “Mmph, here’s Darcy.”
“Like I said to Dan, ‘And they say romance is dead.’ Did you wear out my Daddy?” “No, Grace, he just over-indulged. I’ll wear him out tonight when he feels better.” “Urrhhif?” came through the phone. “Down, boy,” Darcy chuckled. “So, what’s up?” “I want to get out and do something fun. It’s my day off and Dan is on break. Any ideas?”
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