I never saw Victoria (Tanya's mum) as a hot woman. She was in her mid 50s, shortish with curly brown hair and what looked like a face that had been pr...etty in its prime. Her figure was OK, slim to medium and she had a flat belly and average size breasts that looked like they were in decent enough shape from they way they protruded under her clothes.I spoke some Russian but not much and she spoke no English. We were a bit awkward with each other. I could tell she was a bit uncomfortable when. We discussed where to set up some of the props and other stuff. The hay rides came in fifteen minute intervals. We got to talking and discussing and I found out she was actually thirty and she was flattered when I told her how old I thought she was. Emma would say something flirty and I’d flirt back. Well anyhow, we set it up that I’d be in the coffin and she’d be in the electric chair. The wagon went by and the k**s all screamed and teens oooh’d and ahhhhh’d. I got out of the coffin and found. Bob came home at two on Monday afternoon. He found me sitting on the couch in the living room fully dressed. ?Bob, we have to talk.? ?Okay, what is it Carol?? ?I missed my period.? ?Did you take a test?? ?No I didn?t, not yet.? I started to cry. Bob came over and held me. This time it was gentle and not in a sexual way. ?I?ll get one on the way home tonight. After dinner you can go upstairs and try it.? ?What are we going to tell Jen?? I was almost desperate at this point. I was sure that. Mm, like I said, I wasn't expecting to hook up with anyone. Phil invited me back to his place. At first I sort of declined, then I thought yes, why not. Phil lived in an apartment that was more than I expected. Phil lived in an apartment overlooking the harbour bridge. I could just imagine looking out over the harbour as the sun rose of a morning. I wouldn't have to wait long as we arrived home at around five thirty in the morning. I was wearing a crushed velvet skirt and a matching blouse..