She was wearing an apron and had her hair tied back in pigtails, looking like some kind of domestic goddess."Wow," I said.Rebecca looked over and beam...d at me. "Just thought I would make you something for your 6-PM-breakfast. You like?" Smells great," I said. "Where did you get this stuff, though?" Back of your fridge, back of your cupboards. Hope the bacon's still good." Rebecca had become a regular excavator of my home, finding little treasures I had forgotten about months ago. She was. Well, fuck me, what a surprise! She was awesome! A “yummy mummy”—a MILF. I was lost for words, shocked even and very, very pleased! (Marks out of two? I’ll give her “one”!) She was about the same height as me, perhaps nine or ten years younger. She had dark, shoulder-length hair, was slim-ish (I would say about a size 14-16) and had a pronounced cleavage, curvy hips, fabulous legs, and a smile to die for. Perfect!We chatted for hours, got to know one another and exchanged loads of photos, all. I sighed and looked at mom before I called all the kids and loaded them onto the bed of the Spider. It was more a giant cage I used to transport the bodies when we harvested. I headed through the sonic barrier and into the forest. It was to show the kids around and replace a couple of old vid cameras.We went northeast first and I stopped beside a colony nest hole. I was careful when I got out and went to exchange the camera. The kids talked and that drew in the colony who formed up to protect. I see him stroking his hard tool, the more he strokes, the more pleasurable the look on his face the harder I breath the more the bag sucks in crinkling and crackling, in and out of my mouth, and the more he strokes. I whimper at the sight before my eyes. He stops.My hands are then cuffed to the bed posts and so are my ankles, cuffed and stretched slightly just enough to feel the pressure of not being able to move. He caresses my PVC body, squelching and crackling the sound of the PVC turns us.