I’m introverted where Jim is extraverted. I’m an accountant with thinning hair. Jim is a heavy equipment operator and has hair all over his large ...uscular body. I’ve seen him in a bathing suit so I know.Jim is pretty muscular. His biggest muscle is behind his belly button. Maybe it’s because he drinks so much beer or maybe it’s genetic but he looks pregnant to me. Despite his gut he’s very strong. I once saw him load a fifty five gallon drum of oil in the back of his pickup truck.Later that day. ”“That’s early planning, good for them. She would be what we call a gestational surrogacy where the donor mother’s eggs and the donor father’s sperm are used in creating an embryo. The resulting baby would have the DNA of both parents and none of the surrogate mother’s,” Janet explained.“I know you’ll use in vitro fertilization for her to conceive,” Carla mentioned.“Yes we would,” Janet agreed.“Now the big question is, would you be able to inseminate the surrogate mother with sperm from the. We made the best of it. The Davises were out of town for the weekend. Tom's parents had invited them to Denver. The only good part of this was discovering that distance did not seem to make a difference when it came to bridging. We spent time every night catching up on the latest events. They were having fun catching up with aunts, uncles, and cousins they hadn't seen in years. And then there was the whole "Mark broke his leg skiing today" thing. Yeah, the holidays were officially off and. Well around 2 a.m. I got my answer, outside. Brett came into my room and after pulling back the blankets, found I wore nothing but a tank top to bed. He began rubbing my pussy and fondling my tits through the tank top, until I woke up. “Meet me on the porch in a couple minutes, we’ll get caught if we fuck in the house.” Brett whispered. He left my room and I heard the door quietly open and close. After a few minutes I quietly made my ways downstairs and onto to porch. There is a streetlight.