I loved her more than life its self and that love now seemed to becoming sexual desire. "That can't be! It simply can't be happening!" I thought to my...elf.Mary was now the image of her mother at that age. Beautiful, jet-black hair, wonderful dark eyes and with those same tiny breasts that were exposed to me. I felt like I was in some sort of time-warp going back to those earlier days of my youth with a young Liz. I wanted to slip down between her lovely, young thighs and give her the licking. It was warmly received by the girls and we started to make plans on how to move forward, again with drinks in hand to ease some very not normal conversations. Both of us where very familiar with fertility tracking and sperm health at this point so getting started was a snap and we looked forward to ovulation day. The first cycle plan was for Mandy to track and we would come over to their house 2 days before, 2 days after and day of predicted ovulation, and make the donation. How it was donated. He was a rumpled kind of attractive, in beat-up denim and faded Metallica t-shirt. In his late twenties, but with a swarthiness to his features from hard-living or time on the road. His eyes took a quick tour of Vanessa’s cleavage and her long body before checking out Mallory.Vanessa applied a similar inspection to him. All compact and hard under the denim, as far as she could tell. Nothing to complain about. “Where you headed?”“Chicago. How far can you take me?”“All the way to the Windy City,. Just when I was ready to apply it. Mandy asked me-Mom or dad have the key’s… so they might walk in… on top of that…the amount of pheromones in the room might… ya…make mom drop to the ground and start masturbating…-Ho… I just want to make you happy… if you want to try something else…go ahead.-no this is just embarrassing if it happens. -Do not worry. Whatever happens… we love each other.She made a smile she only grabbed a finger of cream and rubbed it in her hands. I did the same. We waited a.