With as few studs as were available, complete and accurate records had to be kept. Each pregnancy attributed to a male earned government credit for th... donor. If he sired a female, he received one thousand new dollars. If he sired a male, he received twenty five thousand new dollars with a guarantee of one hundred thousand dollars if the male turned out to be a Y chromosome dominant carrier (capable of producing male offspring). Each male child he produced would be expected to reproduce and had. Within the next two weeks, Morgan immersed herself in the college life. Trying her best to forget the incident and stay out of her father's way as much as she could. But she couldn't stop fantasizing about her daddy. During the nights she would wet dream. Morgan's cunny would become so wet and excited that she had even drenched her mattress. She had never had her dreams be so vivid before, causing her to overthink the situation. She just couldn't get the thoughts of sex with her daddy out of. I wandered down the hall toward the little alcove that housed a drinking fountain and the boys and girls rooms. It was a small office, so they were single-person type things. At that particular moment, I was responding to a text while walking, and headed toward the door marked 'MEN'. What I was actually seeing, however, was '-MEN'...as in '(WO)MEN', due to the way the walls were angled. Naturally, without double checking the sign, I waltzed right in. I was not ready for what I walked in on and. Understood?”“Oh! Daddy!” Becky was elated; his words made her heart leap in her chest. Just hearing how much he wanted her made juice gush from her overheated pussy.He felt her wetness, and pressed his fingertip into her vagina. “So…” he said as pushed that finger all the way in. Becky groaned, and lifted her hips to help him penetrate her untried pussy. Once in, he began slowly pumping his finger in and out of her hot, wet, tight hole. “Are we agreed?”“Oh! Anything… anything you say, Dad…”.