I grab a roll of black duct tape, having a feeling I might need it. Silently, I open the door to enter into Victoria’s home from the garage. The doo... creaks a bit, but the house is perfectly dark and silent, everyone asleep still. I step inside, sure enough, my “invitation” worked, no force field. I walk in and find myself in a kitchen, hardwood floor, beautiful dining table right in front of me. To the left is a huge open kitchen, an island counter, expensive appliances. To my right the room. As you have doubtlessly noticed, my body wastes away at a speed that frightens me and relieves me at the same time. It frightens me, because there is so much I would still like to see and do. It relieves me, for the suffering and the ignominy that are sure to come will be but short-lived."What I mean to propose, dear Katherine, is to ask you for your hand in marriage. I have come to care for you, in the last weeks, and I have great respect for you. Marrying me would disturb your life only. My wife is attractive, but tonight she was unknowingly playing the role of a young teen whom I was impregnating. My wife had her tubes tied before we were married, so I never had biological children. The thought of fucking sweet Crystal and getting a baby of my own was intoxicating. My wife seemed surprised at my enthusiasm and now turned the tables. She rolled on top of me and straddled my cock. Her big 38D tits swaying beautifully back and forth as she rode my stiff cock. She began that. “Well ... we could wait for lunch?” Grace suggested, “and see if some people go out to a restaurant? Then we could, I don’t know, see if we can get talking to someone? Make up a story?”“Good idea,” said Mia. “Looking like California Girls, but European. Well, just me I mean.”“I’ll do it too,” said Grace.“Shorts and a tee?” said Mia. “We could wear the same even, and say we’re sisters. People will say ‘Oh you don’t look like sisters’ and that’ll be a start.”“Okay,” smiled Grace. That was a sweet.