“Mr. Hayward, I’m sorry for the timing but there are some forms you need to fill out and sign concerning your wife’s operation,” a nurse said,...gently touching his left arm.“I’ll go and wait with the others,” Wendy said, kissing his cheek.Dan followed the nurse in silence. At the Nurses Station, he filled in the required information, his hand shaking nervously for his love and baby’s fate. “We have another form that is optional. It is supplied by the Quinte Fertility Resource Center.”“What is. And then a knot of guilt would crash into my tummy. Realizing how soft myclit / cock / clit again was in my panties. Being in panties. The ones Ihad stolen from my mother. A growing collection siphoned from the laundryhamper. She'd have to notice at some point. I couldn't help it, I didn'thave a choice. I needed panties. I tried putting on my boy underwear, Ireally did. But I couldn't step out of my bedroom before feeling soguilty and scared of Daddy's disapproval. I had to rush back. A thrust. One more, followed by another. A brief feeling of an expanding mushroom at the head of his cock and then a flood of cum filling me up and poring out as his cock almost immediately pulled out.I didn’t cum at all. My cunt, that was naturally big, felt like a cavern. The sperm the donkey had erupted into me was running out of me like a stream. I could hear it splashing on the ground.THE HORSEI wasn’t asked if I was ok as the director was looking for realism. They showed me the horse.. ”“Matt, “she squealed as she came around the corner. “you’ve finally got tired of your own cooking.” Grabbing me in a bear hug, she tightened up to where I could hear my ribs creak.Agnes was a good 6 inches shorter than me, but she had at least 50 lbs. On me. And strong, I’d once watched her punch a summer help tenderfoot who had bitched about her cooking one too many times. We had tried warning him to watch his step. But like most city boys, he knew better. After I reset the knotheads broken.