The looks of the inseminator, his physical makeup? Well, she would prefer that he be halfway attractive anyway and not have any disabilities, but that...was not a rigid requirement. The main thing was that he be able to inseminate her and make her pregnant.Dr. Masters entered the waiting room and checked out the woman sitting there.Umm—my god yeah, he thought. She looks like Nicole Kidman. This is going to be fun. Um umm."Mrs. Wright, I'm Dr. Masters. Do you have any questions?" Yes, Doctor, I. The one worn by the Girls in the Grammar School. In those days, as it was summer, this was a blazer with a gingham dress and white socks. They were smoking cigarettes and passing a bottle of cider back and forth. They were too close to where I’d hidden my uniform for me to be able to retrieve it unobserved. Panic set in. when I calmed down I decided that I’d just have to wait until they went away. Despite the situation, my teenage libido soon kicked in. They were pretty girls and had all. "Mike, I'm sorry. I was out of line." Not at all. You want to see more, baby?" he leered."I don't know," she teased. "Justin will be home soon..."He came over to squeeze her breasts. "Well, since you got a handful of my ass, it's only fair I get a handful of these."Mike then told her about how he had always fantasized about her, wondering what she was like in the sack, how he always wanted her. And to his pleasant surprise, Lauri had wanted him too!Mike then leaned over and kissed her; his. "Yes I can tell she wants to be a little slut." Wendy said."I think she does" My wife answered. "If that's what she wants thenthat is exactly what we should turn her into!" My wife exclaimed."Oh lets do!" My daughter eagerly agreed.My wife looked right into my eyes. "Do you want to be a slut Sissy?"She asked in a stern voice. "Be a slut and show the boys your pantiesand let them touch you and push their fingers into your tight littlesissy hole?" I bet she does. I bet she can't help thinking.