After the dress shop people left, Diana directed her gaze toward Courtney's breasts. Then, nonchalantly, "Looks like you made up your mind about a sec...nd wife for Matt, hmmm?" Di, I'm so embarrassed..." she stumbled out, glad that Fred's women had gone on to the living room."Why? From the change in the size of your breasts, I strongly suspect you're going to be a Queen. What's wrong with that? You should be thrilled. Do you have milk yet?"Courtney didn't think she could blush any redder, but. My situation was for sure unique, that by any standard. I actually felt good about being inside for my woman. Now all I had to do was survive for the next nineteen years.I did get my visit from Blake in July ‘73. He seemed something. I guess he felt bad for me. Hell, I know for a fact that he felt bad for me. He told me about his business. He told me that Ava had indeed quit her job and while she was eternally sad about my situation, she was coping rather well. According to Blake, she even. He had started making his plans months ago, when the idea first came to him. It had taken long preparation. Getting the right materials. Practicing. What was worse, practicing in front of the family, where everyone could see him fail. But that was an essential part of the plan. They had to believe it he was serious. And what better way than to open himself up to even more ridicule than usual?And now, it was time. Now was the start of things he'd been looking forward to for so long. He smiled to. I made sure that all the five not currently lying under me were either engaged in bringing themselves up to well-lubricated states or bring themselves to heavenly satisfaction again (they all agreed that their own fingers were no match for my erection in that department) or doing the same to someone else. This latter they took some persuasion over, why give someone else an orgasm when you could do with another one yourself? Since they were promised more injections of sperm for the best.