I placed two fingers to his quivering orifice, still tight despite being so thoroughly abused mere hours ago, and he moaned softly. I touched my lips ...o his warm shoulder blade and inhaled. He smelled of sex, of the masculine fragrance of our combined sweat and juices. It emanated from the sheets we lay upon and hung faintly in the air. A cool breeze blew in through the open window and with it the unfathomable stillness of the sleeping city outside, cautioning those few who dared stir at such. Why me?” “You’re the only man I can turn to. The only one I can trust. But there are real advantages, too!” She was getting animated now. “Think about it! For one thing, you’re the closest to Adam’s DNA. The baby would most likely look like you and so look like him too! For a second thing, I know I can trust you utterly and completely never to tell anyone , ever – not even Adam or Jane – that I used your sperm and not his.“ “Golly!” I said again, still astonished, trying to get my mind around. I only knew you shouldn't do your mom or sister.Right after graduating high school, Rachel was almost eighteen and I was now fifteen, and playing with my pud daily.Rachel called my mom and asked if she could borrow me for the following Saturday. She needed help with painting.Mom and her agreed. It was only a block away. I would be there at 10 AM. I should wear crappy jeans or shorts and just a white tee shirt, anything I wouldn't mind getting paint on.If not for it being Rachel, I would have. Just as they separated from me this tall, blonde muscularly man came in and hooking some clothes over a rail in the corner said,“Their in order for the shoot, I’m Marian and when your ready come through! Don’t take all day you’ve had your fun.”I was shaking as I took hold of the first outfit a simple bikini, Skimpy and bright red. I had to squeeze into it to get it on and was so frightened to breathe too much in it in case I burst the top. I was so nervous either my.