“Seven,” Bettina said. “Our grandmother lives with us too.”Travis cut several long, thick pieces, about three pounds, and wrapped them up in p...rchment paper. He handed it to Bettina.“There now,” he said. “Take that home with you. Fry it up. That will be a tasty dinner for your family.”“Oh, you don’t have to do that, Mister Travis.”“I know that, Bettina. But I want to. Just being a good neighbor, that’s all. And enough of that Mister stuff. Just call me Travis.”“Okay. Travis. Thank you. And I’m. On a whim, I scraped it out with a probe, putting it on an unused slide. I used a drop of the nutrient solution we used for live cultures on it and stirred it around a bit. Under the microscope, there was something moving slightly, but not anything I recognized. I found a petri dish with a layer of growth medium and transferred the tiny blob to it, intending to get it to grow enough to identify. I covered the petri dish, putting it in my backpack to take home.That was the high point of my. These monthly meets were a chance for all the seniors and college kids to gather behind the stage, out of sight of all the folks—she’d been told it was a make-out spot, but now it was so much more. The second guy dropped his pants in front of her to reveal a nice thick cock, well on its way to hard. She took it gently in hand, smeared the bead of precum over the head. She looked at the other girls, gazing at her now as she coaxed the penis to full stretch, and kissed down the shaft. She gave. We also agreed that she got pregnant from a sperm donor. In this was true, we never intended for Sam to be anything more than a donor and someone to have fun with. Our love and our marriage is strong, and I am so glad to have her through it all.There was a still a problem with our love life however. Since our encounter with Sam it seemed like she got no pleasure what so ever out of sex with me. She just laid there and almost looked bored. I could tell too that she felt a bit looser than she was.