"You know I've had a vasectomy, how can we make babies? You're talking about it and we've hardly discussed marriage and we've NEVER discussed having c...hildren." Joe said with a little edge towards her presumptions."Joseph, THAT'S how I know we are one. I KNOW we're getting married. I also know that if I asked you, you would have your vasectomy reversed. The babies? You wouldn't deny me that, because again, all I would have to do was ask you. You love me that much. I know that, because we are. After all, Zöe and I were good mates, she was a pretty girl with a nice personality and a good sense of humour, and she obviously liked me. If she was a ‘normal’ girl — whatever the hell that is – with the same face and the same personality, would I think twice about taking a chance on asking her out? By the time I reached my flat I felt thoroughly ashamed of my initial dismissal of the idea. I spent an uncomfortable Saturday, slouching round the local supermarket, then slumped in front of the. As soon as I caught my breath, I sat up, straightened my clothes and hair as much as I could, standing up and continued walking home. My pussy was feeling well fucked and I was totally calm and relaxed. The only concern on my mind, was what was I going to tell my dad. My hair was disheveled and my clothes were a mess and I knew I smelled of sex and cum. Somehow, I would have to try to sneak in, so he wouldn‘t see me before I had a chance to shower. I was only sixteen, still in high school and. "Hey Bob!" The girl turned over and went back to sleep."Bob, wake up! Let's go to the beach!"The girl rubbed her eyes, and stared at Mary. Mary had no attraction togirls, but even she could tell this girl was a knockout. Her long blackhair flowed down her back. Her wideset, almond-shaped black eyes staredat her wordlessly. She had a cute button nose, high cheekbones, andluscious, kissable lips. Her husband had become a beautiful Asian girl.Her husband would fit right in in one of those.