They all looked rather surprised when they saw both of us at the train station, but then Lydia spotted Melissa's ring and she let out a piercing squea... "You're engaged!" and leapt in Melissa's arms to hug her. Well, that was a nice reaction.Ryan didn't understand the commotion so he asked what 'engaged' meant. "It means Daddy and Melissa are going to get married and that Melissa will be living with us always," Lydia said - as always the perfect communicator and explainer of the world to her. There I licked and probed her cunt, and reveled in her tangy essence for several moments before I finally decided to get up and quietly directed her over onto the sofa in the living room. Moving her around was like positioning a mannequin. She was putty in my hands. I gently pushed her back onto the couch into a sitting position, marveling at her perfect posture and the way she arched her supple back and flaunted her natural chest, her erect nipples piercing her tee. Grinning to myself, I. She lived in the other corner of the country.More weeks passed and the day finally came. She came to see me. Being married with children meant that she couldn't just pack up and leave to another city. And being a student meant the same to me. But an opportunistic business trip brought her closer to me. We were both nervous. Although we had done many a nasty things to each other online, meeting in person was a completely different thing.I was waiting in a cafe 15 minutes before our agreed time.. Now me, where does all this fit into the act I commited. Well here was I, standing on a darkened stairway, opposite a serial flasher with a desperate desire to fuck the girl next door, who now I am sure, knew she was alone for the next week or so.Going back up into her dark bedroom I peered over to his room opposite, illuminated, curtains wide and watched, curious to see if he was indeed going to flash.Fifteen minutes passed and nothing stired, I was getting bored, something was needed to get.