Push({"serve": {}});I went down the stairs and turned, thinking she was inthe kitchen.“In here!” The voice came from the living room.I cha...ged my direction and walked into the room. Helenwas kneeling on the floor alongside the pony. I couldsee immediately that the animal was in an erect state.In fact, it was still growing.“Oohh,” she piped. “It just keeps on coming out!”It was true. The organ kept extending outward andslightly down. Less embarrassed than I. The ad was up front;it said that donors could earn as much as $150 a week that averaged $50 apop. I could do that and besides I wasted more than that when I showered.So I called for an appointment to go through the screening process. I wastreated well. Although they seemed very interested in my background, thescreening process was very clinical and almost unrelated to the ultimategoal of making babies! They tossed out terms lie -- sperm count, motilityrates, viability -- almost like exam. They seemed torespond, and harden, but for the first time, there was a slowly growingpleasure from her doing this. He noted the clown was snaking one hand down his belly, and worked itsway past the band of his underwear. She stroked his penis as a womanthat had given more than a few hand jobs in the past. After a fewmoments, Mark felt himself loose control, and release a load in hispants. He felt his cheeks flush a little, but the clown broke the kiss,and shushed him when he opened his mouth to. And this time you didn't pause you fucked me hard and rough. One of your hands slid up my stomach to my tit and you squeezed. I moaned louder and louder. Pulling against my restraints. You pumped my cunt again and again, your balls slapping against my ass, I started to tense my pussy and then I came, you let go of my boob and started rubbing my slit, pressing down hard, I couldn't contain my moans which were loud even though they were muffled. My orgasm kept hitting me and it was so fucking.