She was getting worried as at the time she was 47 and realized the biological clock was ticking if not passed and too late.She ran into a Joanne (use ...o be Joe), she looked a lot like this T girl. Because my wife wanted to be bred the donors personality was most important. She loved Joanne's figure even though she had a small penis (as in this picture), fully erect my wife said it was only 4" with two small balls. But Joanne was kind, considerate, hard working and other good qualities, so she. I can't do this. I shouldn't do this. But I am doing this. Fuck it! So not fair. Why can't I just do it? When I want. When he wants. So not fair. I hate this. I hate the way his cock makes me feel. So not fair! I love the feel of his skin, smooth as my hand slowly stretches it up and then down on his shaft, the way his skin bunches up near the head when I stroke up, and how long and lean and smooth it is when I stroke down. How his pubic hair is so sexy on him - he asked me if I wanted him to. The following day was Saturday, so I pottered around the house as quietly as I could to keep form waking her. She arouse about noon, unusual, and said she couldn't sleep anymore. To my surprise she had put on her uniform and asked me to go out to her car and bring in the box in the trunk. As I came in the door with the box she greeted me with: "Good afternoon, Mr. Smith. I'm glad you arrived on time for you therapy session."So that was to be the game."Please follow me, Mr. Smith." She led me to. 'Wow, what's happening?' I asked myself but went off and made her drink of choice – a rum and coke – and made one for myself."Here you are," I said as I handed her drink to her. "This must be quite an occasion."I sat and waited for Trish to tell me what's on her mind. Finally she started. "I must be absolutely insane to be having this conversation but here goes." She stopped, drank a bit of her rum and coke then after taking a deep breath, said some things that left me absolutely.