It was soft and demure, like her, and everything about her said a lot about who she was. She was just like the rest of them or so I thought she was at...least. And then there was Catherine. Now she was a beauty not that you would see it unless you could get her to smile. Her eyes, like Sarah’s, would light up like brilliant fire. Her face would “change.” Something about her made me start to wonder. Is this woman for real? Both of them, like all the others who worked at the church, were quiet and. But that wasn't the big problem. At least she was in her mid 20's when I met her. The problem was her sister. Miranda was 17. She was a lot younger than her sister Amanda. And she was almost 25 years younger than me. But it didn't stop me from thinking what I was thinking.It wasn't that long after going to dinner at Olive Garden with the girls that I really started having serious thoughts about pursuing something with her. She'd flirted with me. She'd made jokes to me. She'd even messaged me on. So I readily agreed. I was already formulating a sexy night of full action.The action that took place was an almost exact re run of what happened 10 years earlier.We met at 7pm and drove to her house. When we arrived I immediately went to her bedroom and ordered her to strip naked. I stood and watched her remove her clothes, I told her that her cunt was mine to punish, her tits would look nice bound tightly in soft ropes. Your mouth should be gagged so you can't utter a single word.When she was. Of course, that will change once infections, cancers and heart disease arrive from Earth. But that is a good thing, our ecosystem must be rebalanced. Before the great destruction, our life expectancy was much like yours."Fuck, I thought to myself as I stepped into the shower, experienced women in their forties but with the bodies of pre-pubescent teenagers! I grinned as I raised my arms. As I rotated on the turntable, I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to fuck either of them..