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She also appeared to be having some success with her mission. She would have gotten some more pleasure from that thought had she not been a machine.

Brad kept thrusting harder into her pussy while trying not to think of anything but her. He kept his eyes open and watched Pam's face - her closed eyes, her hot, gasping mouth. He would have time later to feel guilty about wanting the woman she had replaced.

Both lovers felt a climax coming on then. The human intensified his movements, as did the android. Together, they got hotter and wetter, faster and harder until they came in unison. No sooner had they released their fluids together than they heard the doorbell.

The way it rang twice in quick succession was a sure sign of who it was. They both knew it was Jessica.

Brad laughed. "Boy, she's got some timing."

Pam just moaned, deliberately appearing to still be overtaken by the pleasure of the moment.

He got up and pulled his shirt down to soak up the fluids from his cock. He walked with his legs a little bowed out and approached the open window. Even though he couldn't see her he called down "Hi Jessi".

"Hi-i! Open the door daddy!" she said with playful urgency.

"I'll be right there princess." he said. He had to laugh to himself as he took his shirt off too and threw it on to the pile of his other clothes. He looked over to see Pam now laying on her back with her legs spread wide, masturbating.

"Do you ever stop?" he asked mockingly as he got his bathrobe from behind the door.

Pam just moaned again as she tracked his movements with her visual system.

Brad put on the robe and exited, making sure the door got closed properly behind him. He made a pit stop at the washroom to wash his hands and dab some cologne on his neck to mask the smell of love. Then he trotted down the stairs to let his daughter into the house.

"Hi Daddy!" she said.

"Hi Sweetheart." he said. "Did you have a good time at the playground?"

"Yeah!" she said.

She started going on about things he could barely comprehend - the fantasy world of little girls and their playtime imaginings. He made every effort to appear to be listening intently as he closed the door and walked back to the edge of the stairs.

"Wow, that sounds like fun." he said for no other reason than because it sounded right. "I'll be right back, dear." He started to climb the steps as he heard the fridge open. "And don't make a mess in there."

She barely acknowledged him, and kept talking about her play episode in her play-voice. Brad got into the washroom and quickly used a washcloth to clean off his private parts. He rang that out in the sink, tossed it down the laundry chute and washed his hands and face.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He wished he had more days off, even if it meant having to be there for the kids more often. He had to admit, it wasn't really that bad. Then he started to think about when Gloria had suddenly entered his mind. It kind of bugged him to think that he was with Pam because of who she looked like. He really did wonder now if that was the case.

Then he heard Jessica scream. He immediately came out of the washroom to see what had happened. He rushed back down the stairs to see her kneeling on the floor in the corner of the living room.

She was crying now, more uncontrollably with every passing second. He saw Charlie in front of her, and got near soon enough to realise what was wrong.

"Oh no." he thought as he walked across the carpet and knelt down beside his daughter. She started bawling loudly as he put his arms around her. He looked down into Charlie's dead eyes and felt his own well up to the verge of tearing.

For a long time, he was just as stunned as Jessica was. He heard Pam walk up behind him. She said out loud the same words he had said to himself.

Brad decided to stand up, and brought the child to her feet with him. "It's alright." he said comfortingly, even though he knew it wasn't. "He's in a better place."

"Charl

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