We refined our business plan and to celebrate, Daryl invited me to dinner. I accepted.I wouldn’t have agreed to anything other than business appoint...ents with Daryl had Matt not arranged our initial meeting the way in which he did. Despite Daryl’s and my promising retail agreement, I still harbored anger toward Matt for his juvenile plan of a tawdry showing of me to an old lover. I admit I found Daryl attractive and the old feelings inside me were strong, but fidelity to my husband was my. Ricardo Vincent smirked while explaining, "We treat this as a jointsurrogacy. The donor mother signed over all rights to the two of you aspart of her contract, she ensured that her wife had no objections andhad all restraining orders in place to prevent her family from seekingthe children when they are born. She happily explained that you two aretheir parents and even though they are her children genetically all shedid was donate her eggs and gestate the children."The two needed to let it. Her delicious, sweet, hairless pussy gave off that musk smell. I slipped my arms under her legs and moved up the bed, bringing her legs up and open, trapped against the inside of my elbows. She shivered and her eyes fluttered as she tried to focus.“Oh, Davy,” she whispered as her hands found my cock and guided me to her pussy. I felt her open her lips for me and move her hips to let me slide in. “Quite, little kitten,” I said. She began to purr as I slowly fucked her. I took my time, letting us. Were you born in a barn? Put some shorts on at least."Well, she had a point. I went back in her room and picked my gym shorts off the floor. There was no way they were going to be good for anything until they were washed. I threw them in the hamper and grabbed another pair from my dresser. I walked down to go in her room but Les had already left.I walked downstairs, and there she was in the kitchen. She still had her robe on, still had the bunny slippers. Her smooth hair was down her back. She.