That got them moving. Jen carried her laundry (it was still lying on the floor where Vicky had dropped it) into her bedroom and Vicky ran off to see w...at she could find to put on.We all piled into the Blue Demolition derby special and Jen drove us out of town to a shopping center that contained, along with a few other stores, a Sears, Roebuck and Co, Coronets, and Woolworths.Both girls were very tentative shoppers at first, not wanting to spend much money. Jen told me that she was not used to. I had discovered early on that time had a lot more significance to humans than it did to bots.The first to come into my cubicle to poke and prod me was a woman about fifty. She didn't feel the need to even recognize me at all. She did her poking, prodding, and note taking in absolute silence.After she left there was a virtual parade of people sticking probes into me. They had connections in places I had forgotten about. From those connections they took whatever readings they could. I suffered. My husband died ten years ago, and your husband is not always home to fulfil your needs, but when I saw you with my son, I lost my mind and called you a bitch,” Samantha said. “It’s okay. But why are your boobs out in front of your son?” Cindy said. “I just figured out that my son likes only mature woman,” Samantha said, “And he likes me too,” Samantha looked at Ron and smiled. “So I thought we all can figure out something.” Samantha moved closer to Ron, and she bent down a little bringing her. I wanted to fuck her.So the next time she looked up at me, catching my eye, I told her I wanted to fuck her. Well... not so bluntly, but I said baby, and then I kind of asked ‘can I please… you know… put it in..?’ She let go of my cock with another ‘pop’ and grinned at me. She stood up and then looked down hungrily at my cock and then straddled me. She climbed up onto the loveseat I was sitting on and put her feet on either side of my thighs; she was facing me. She then slowly crouched until.