But there was this longing, deep in the pit of my belly. A need that wouldn't go away, despite my best attempts to deny it. He has released me. Unstop...ered the bottle and let the genie, or rather a dirty wet cunted whore who longs to serve him free. He looks me up and down. Partly out of lust, and partly to check that I've followed his instructions. I'm dressed and made up to his satisfaction. He pushes me against the wall by my throat just inside the front door. I stand on my tiptoes as he. He goes "you keep saying plural, babies". Yes my wife replies as she's delivered 8 babies over the years, 4 sets of paternal twins, so in her mind she'll probably have two eggs waiting to be fertilized. She asks him "to check his sperm level in her vagina". He looks and says in astonishment "it's completely full of my sperm. I'm impressed how it isn't leaking out, you must have a very large vaginal cavity, wow!" She says "that's what happens when you deposit so much into a mature, old white. I can tell from your reaction that none of my brothers have had you. You fight as two tentacles shoot up around your legs, pinning your bare things to the toilet seat. In the same motion, my unearthly penis finds the entrance to your vagina, shrinking to slide in and then growing to fill your canal as you rock violently back and forth, trying to free yourself from this foul fucking.I am inside of you, feeling your warmth and the way you involuntarily clench down on my cock, writhing and. But the hourglass icon flashes onto the screen. I tremble as I wait for the server to respond, dreading the ‘timed out’ message that will flash if the municipality’s clunky information system crashes before I finish carrying out my illicit search. The hourglass disappears. The box within the scroll bar jumps down and at the top of the web page appears Genitourinary. I take my eyes off the screen. Tears stream down my face. My orange tomcat jumps onto my lap, hiding the screen, temporarily.