”“Your best ain’t good enough, she better be perfect.”“Yes sir.”With that Mark hung up. Bruce tapped on the bathroom door.“Violet dear, ...hat was Mark, he’s going to be early..”Violet called out, “Well get in here and shave me!”Bruce loved shaving his wife. He loved to lather her up and carefully remove the hair under her arm pits, her legs and especially her pussy. He loved a shaved woman himself and knowing it was for someone else, made it all the more fun. He took pride in offering Violet’s. Here I come you lovley bitch. He declared with glee. Going to stick my cock all the way up you miss. He! He! He found her entrance in a flash his hard old rod thrusting up inside. His wrinkled prune ass bobbed up and down between the inviting wide legs of his unconscious lover. The man began to pump back and forth his hands on her thighs pressing them out and flat. Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh! His cock was covered in Vaseline, her pussy slurping as it swallowed the goo covered rod. Slock! Slock! Slock!. Determining pregnancy by yourself was easy on this world. But she wanted to know who had planted the seed, Larry, Jamie, or (she hoped) Tara. There was no way of making the Inseminator who had done the deed marry her. There were more than a few Breeders who wanted kids, but not marriage, and single motherhood, although uncommon and hard to accomplish, was not rare or frowned upon. But even without any legal recourse, there would still be an emotional connection between the offspring and both of. Then he strolled towards her with his dick dangling around. We both looked at her 5'5 figure with her black hair, brown eyes and tits that were smaller than mine. She wore a blue blouse and black skirt as she was grinding her teeth. "I don't know what you want me to say, Jenny. We had a relationship and those feelings never went away. I could fight her all I want, but she knew I wanted her." "So she did fucking push you!" she yelled, before she ran towards me. He immediately wrapped his arms.