Gina came back with the dildo, and I told her to go get my vibrator from the nightstand. She did as I said, and she reached into the drawer and pulled...out a small black vibrator. "No, keep looking, I have a bigger one," I said. Gina rummaged through the drawer and came out with a long flesh colored vibrator. It was bent to give good G-spot stimulation. My idea was for her to use my long vibrator inside Karen's pussy, her own small red vibrator on Karen's clit, and the strap on in Karen's ass,. Look, here’s the bottom line. I want to be a Mrs., Not a Miss. I want to have babies—at least two. I want to be a mommy. I don’t want to work—I want to raise children, it’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. I sized you up as prime A-one marriage material the second I met you. You are good looking, you’re successful, you’re a nice guy, you’re not married and you want children. I’ve spent the last year finding excuses to spend time with you, call you for advice, stroke your ego and that all culminated. Our life together was almost a given from childhood. Sarah was the daughter of our neighbor, we were inseperable. We played together and worked together, the way life is for simple farmers. As innocent children we splashed naked in the creek, no cares about the world as only children can know. I had chosen another soon after school and married, I picked the most beautiful girl available. Sarah was just a friend to me, Patra was a prize, I thought. Of course that union failed, and Sarah was. Mary gasped. “It has that effect on people,” she said, smiling.Jenny picked up the book and looked on it with caution before Mary showed her to her room for the night. A simple room with bed and blankets and a small washbasin in the corner. Jenny desperately needed to read the book, but she could do without the distractions; whatever that meant.Once she was undressed and lying on the bed, she opened the book. She pulled the map close to her and flicked the pages until she rested on page.