”“Mmmm, yes, I do agree,” my aunt murmured. “But I do love the feel of all that hot sperm streaming into me womb, all the same!!”“And so ...ou will, my dear,” Ellen replied. “He is your slave and if you want to drain him into your tubes, that is exactly what you must do.”I had been listening with added concern to the way these women were planning to use my sperm, but again I knew there was little I could do to influence them. I then saw Ellen sidle over to my aunt and whisper in a low. "He stood up and I felt a momentary panic that he thought I was saying no. The panic surprised me because I thought I was going to say no. The confusion must have show on my face because he smiled his pretty boy smile at me and handed me his card."Call me by Friday and let me know what you think," he said.The card was strange. It had a house made of glass on one side, and a weird two-headed man on the other side. A phone number was listed along with a warning that the offer will never be made. Tho pir vidhi bhabhi na ua ka land ko apna gulabhi hoto ma rak ka choos na lahghi or gig farna laghi Who land ko aagha picha kar ka us ko chat rahi the or bar bar us pa kiss kar rahi the ..4 camara ma unki kiss ki photo ricod ho rahi the ,fir raj na vidhi ko bad pa latha dea or unka ak pove ko upar utha dea or jiss ka karan unki choot kul ka Camara ka samna aa gaye or pir us na apna lora unki choot ma dal ka unko choodna lagha .tho raj or who dono choodhi ma kho gaya or vidhi bolna laghi. He swore he wouldn't tell a soul. He lived withhis surfer son, Jed who was 19 and exactly the style of teenager I'd hopedJustin would grow up to become, and his daughter, Wendy who was only 9. Hismiddle son, Alex, had died in a bike accident when he was 15.Brett said Justin could stay for the week, maybe two if necessary till I gotit all sorted. And because he lived not too far from Justin's school hiseducation wouldn't be interrupted. Brett did say that it couldn't be apermanent thing but he'd.