Then I remembered… I left the white cotton hip-huggers on her bed. “Shit,” I thought. Just as I was afraid of, I heard a knock on the door. “C...me in.” I said, trying not to sound nervous. “Hey Alex,” she said as she stepped just into the doorway, “Welcome home.” “Thanks,” I said, and tried to act normal, “So where’s mom and dad?” “They’re on a date,” she said, “Won’t be home until like 2 in the morning.” “Oh, alright then.” “Hey give me a hug,” she held out her arms, “I miss you.” Reluctantly I. They were all female brain deads, all formerly attractive, all young and physically mature- I bet you can already see where this is going. They waz all nekked!It was a breeding facility, and Jimbo and I didn't know if it was 'governmental' or just a hobby farmer, but I for one didn't want to get volunteered for stud service. Although, I suppose they could harvest sperm from male brain dead- I cut that thought off right there, with a shudder. I am not very squeamish, but that squicked me.We were. Unfortunately, with the light behind him, I was not able to get a good look at his dick. ‘What the fuck is he playing at,’ I thought to myself. ‘Has he worked that I am gay and is simply doing this to amuse himself at my expense?’ When Hector finally invited my parents to dinner, I was overjoyed that the invitation had also been extended to me. As the Gladstone’s had advised, this guy could really cook.When my mother reciprocated a week or so later on a Wednesday evening, she was simply not. “I could go out and get some croissants,” I offered, only then did we both notice that it was raining heavily outside. We both laughed. It takes a lot for British people to not notice the weather. I remembered that I had some frozen croissant-type things. I offered Carol these.“I also have a sweatshirt or work shirt with buttons, if you would like?”“No need,” Carol replied with a certain teasing tone in her voice. “Just go downstairs and check that the blinds are closed.”I threw on a pair of.