I found out later that it indeed could have been my last chance; a week later and the shop was screeched off by robodozers and leveled to make a park.... People living around the shop probably smiled in relief, but the world lost a tiny piece of history that day and for people like me that's not a happy thing - whichever way you look at it.But scratch all that, the roboshop was boring, just another cog-in-the-wheel of the robot revolution - still as a twoD photo, all edges and corners and nothing. "If I told you I wanted to do another threesome with a guy I've been talking to on the internet would you get mad?" she asked."Not at all but we need to know a little about him first," was my reply."What would you like to know about him? I've been talking to him for awhile and he lives nearby. He's divorced, thirty-five. Just your average guy." Here is the deal. I talk to him as you. If he seems nice we will meet him in a safe place. Then we will go from there." Sounds good to me."That night I. Most of the men had a hand on the front of their shorts.Ella had her hand on her pussy and I could swear that she was rubbing her clit.I didn’t last long, my head went back, I got a lot more vocal and my body started shaking; but I kept on pedalling. I guess that that was because when I’ve cum on my bike pedalling around the streets I can’t (daren’t) stop.The pedalling did slow down as I started to come down from my high. When I opened my eyes and looked round everyone, except Ella, started. It was the man from across the bar. "Another drink?" he'd clarified nodding his head at my glass. "Oh, yes please. Thank you," I'd stammered back. His presence was even more intense up close, engulfing me completely, making me feel both drawn to him, as I'd never been to anyone before, and incredibly intimidated. He had kept buying me drinks and I drank more than I usually do, just because he made me nervous.But the alcohol had loosened my tongue and I'd found myself daringly flirting with him..