After 45 minutes, Devon and Casey weren't finished with their homework. "Okay," Ashley said, "I can't get a babysitter tonight, and I can't just leave you here. So how about this: you can finish the homework in the car, and you can eat with us. Is that OK with you two?"
"Anything you want Mom," said Devon, reaching up to squeeze his mother's breast.
Ashley slapped his hand away. "You aren't allowed to do that until you've done what I ask you. Now get tidied up, quick. I need to leave in ten minutes."
Twelve minutes later, they were all fully dressed and in Ashley's car. She drove to the restaurant, her kids working in the backseat. Despite the lateness of their departure, Ashley was their before her date. She asked for a table for four.
"Make that five," said a man behind her, who was with a young boy about Devon and Casey's age. "Ashley, right?" asked the man.
"Yes it is. And I assume you're Bill?"
"Yep." The hostess cleared her throat and led the five of them to their table. When they were seated, Ashley introduced her kids, and Bill introduced his son, Harry.
At some point during their conversation, Bill asked Ashley why she had brought her kids with her. "The way I see it," he said, "women are lucky with this whole 'vore' thing."
"How so?" Ashley asked cautiously.
"Well, for one thing, you don't have to worry about dragging Devon and Casey around everywhere like I do with Harry."
"Excuse me! You try walking around with a pair of eleven-year olds inside you!"
"So you do vore them?"
"Almost every day."
"Is it okay if I ask which type of vore?"
"If this relationship goes well, you may find out."
Bill chuckled. Their food finally arrived just then. When they were about halfway finished with dinner, Ashley heard Harry ask Devon about his dad. Bill looked at Ashley, and she could tell he wanted to know too.
"Well, long story short, my husband, Dennis was serving in Afghanistan. His helicopter was...shot down."
"I am so sorry to hear that," said Bill. "I truly am."
"The worst part of it is," she said close to tears ," Dennis is MIA. I have no idea if he's alive or not. I'm sorry," she said as she stood up and went into the restroom. She tried her best not to, but the memories of that difficult time came rushing back: the men in uniform who brought her the news, her five year old children who were trying to comfort her....
Eventually she calmed down. She went back to the table only to find that Bill and Harry were gone. Bill had paid for the dinner and left a note saying, "I'm sorry for bringing up those memories. I won't talk about it next time. And there WILL be a next time," along with his number. Ashley smiled to herself. Told Devon and Casey that they were going home. As they were leaving, however Ashley saw someone familiar. When she realized who it was, she told her kids to get in the car. Ashley just couldn't believe her eyes. Was that man really her husband?
What happens next?
(P.s.) if you're writing this next part, Ashley needs to breast vore her kids. She needs comfort.
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