“So what are your thoughts? How would that work?”She smiled. “Just like any other family. Husband and wife, daughter.”“There are interesting...details.”“I know,” she said, “but honestly, babe, what’re the other options? You say ‘no’, how’s that going to play out? You chose your new wife over your daughter? Her mom says ‘no’, the courts agree, which they might or might not, she stays there, unhappy about the situation. Choose carefully.”“Did I ever tell you that I adore you because you can. “I’m sure you both have a lot of questions,” I started, while looking them both in the eyes, “but perhaps it’s best if I give a synopsis first of the events that led me to ask Ilse to be my wife, earlier this month.”Both my parents nodded in agreement and with a hand gesture my dad beckoned me to start, which I did. I told them about how I had met Ilse and how our relationship had evolved from her cleaning my house, to my taking Ilse and our kids on day trips to the beach and the zoo. When I. ”Complete silence fell over the apartment. I didn’t know what to say. Was this a trap? Did I just hear right? Did Jess just say that she wanted me to take her sister to Ottawa with me, and that they were both expecting me to have sex with her while we were gone? Surely not.“Sweetheart,” I said finally, “did you just ask me to take your 17-year-old sister away for a few days? And did you just tell me that you wanted me to take her virginity while we were gone?”“No,” Jess said quickly. “I asked. The agent, called Mel, was sat on my lap with her blouse undone and skirt on the floor as I stroked her boobs and thighs, and kissed her neck. ‘Her boobs were so nice,’ Mickie groaned, putting a hand inside her own bra to have a feel. ‘Can’t wait to get a hold of them tonight.’ Mel, a hottie with D cup breasts, blonde hair and that naughty look in her eye, had chosen to at least have a quickie with me because she thought I was hot, and I was certainly not going to charge her because she was.