Grace and Connie were going to join our family. It was just one in a long line of things that would never have been possible in the world of our birth...yet seemed so right in this time and place.Things didn't quite turn out that way. Grace spent the night away from us while Connie went on a mission to notify and warn our neighbors about Kyle.I like Grace. She's lived a completely different life from me and came to realize that she was more suited to our way of life than the rat race, buy stuff. It was fortunate that an open casket was possible, a rare event in police funerals, however the officer in question had died of vehicular accident, no form of foul play. Of course what it had taken to restore the corpses neck to a normal appearance was nothing the family need now. The morgue make-up artist had done a phenomenal job restoring an appearance of life. One could practically see the eyelashes fluttering as though asleep, only the absence of the gentle rise and fall of the corpses. I dropped a towel onto the floor and told her to stand right in the middleof it and reached behind me and grabbed my hair clippers. When I flippedthe on-switch and the sound of the clippers humming to life filled thebathroom poor Daisy jumped involuntarily, afraid of what she did not knowor understand."Don't be afraid, Daisy," I told her. "These are just clippers to thinout your pubic hair and that little patch on your chest before we put youback in the tube and apply a nice depilatory cream. I wanted to taste the salty sperm, wanted to feel the texture on my tongue, wanted to feel the twitching of that magnificent, beautiful dick in my mouth, but at that moment the wonderful piece of manmeat was pulled back. „Do you wanna come to my place?“„Yes !“; naturally I would come with him, I wanted to get fucked !When we reached his place he galantly took my jacket .„I am so hot for you “, he whispered and kissed me, touching my little hard cock. „Let’s go into the tub together.“, he said.