I took Miranda outside and walked her towards the truckers parking area. I held her by her elbow and she followed like a good little girl.Once we were...about 20 meters away from the restaurant exit, I put my hands on her butt, which felt lovely and soft, and pulled up the tight white skirt to her hips, exposing her ass and her pussy.almost immediately we got a response, in the form of a car leaving the restaurant parking area, honking its horn.I asked Miranda how she felt, and she answered: "I'm. “Well it was on this bus, weirdly...”“You don’t have to say anymore!”“Why not?”“You’re so predictable! It’ll obviously involve sex in some way!”“How’d you guess?”“Same as it has been for weeks now!”“True!” he giggled. He paused before I came out with:“So why not try it?”“What?”“You know, here and now...”“What, where everyone can see?”“Yeah, why not? It’s not like they’re even looking”“But...I’m not sure”“Look, I’m half-hard and I don’t want it to go to waste”Kyle was completely shocked by that,. ?It’s an android?? she said. ?God, it looks just like me.?And it was—black hair in a Cleopatra cut, full lips like purple berries, intense hazel eyes, cantaloupe breasts encased in a purple halter?and long, fishnet legs. It was Petti to a tee.?Yes’m.? Cope grinned. ?I had to have a model, a muse, like?you’re so cute, y’know.?Petti smiled. Cope was so guileless. He would sooner ?cut m’ foot off? than cheat on his Muriel of 37 years?but he did appreciate a looker, and this robot thing was a. And as I had conversed with her I could feel my cock getting hard. It had been one of those hot sunny blue sky days at the tail end of spring that promise a glorious summer that never quite materialises. I’d just walked over from the bus station to get myself a cup of tea and a sandwich from the café where Gina had worked. I could have brought in my own food and made my own tea and saved myself some money. But I didn’t as going over to the café meant I could ogle her and maybe chat her up,.