She works in a department store in London and to protect her and those involved in this true story I will call her C. This event took place on a Frida... evening after work like so many groups of employees a drink after work on a Friday is not out of place or unusual. C had called me that day to say that she and a few mates were going to a pub after work for a drink and would I come along as well, it was my habit to collect her from the station but tonight she said leave the car at my work place. I’ll confess, under the hot running water I did more lathering than was strictly necessary, while replaying the scene in my mind and fantasizing about what might have been. I brought myself to a quick climax, my semen running harmlessly down the drain, and emerged from the shower a few minutes later.Moving from the washroom to my bedroom, I pulled on a pair of clean pants and a university affiliated polo shirt. Then I examined the far end of the closet where I’d kept a few of my wife’s old. " I understand. But what can you tell me for certain?" asked Kay."If she were to get pregnant, none of her children would have Downs. The physical characteristics of the condition won't go away. She'll still have the small eyes and large head." Would it cure her, mentally?" Now there's a question. It depends on how severe her condition is, and how the serum interacts with her DNA."My guess would be, not entirely. But it should help her be more mentally sharp."At this point, Alexandra escorted. He kept pointing the camera her way. "For a going away present." Well, do you promise you'll erase it before we leave?" she said.Clark didn't even respond as he just nodded his head sitting on the toilet to tape her. Ellen stepped back behind the shower curtain to begin her routine. Clark hit a button on the radio they keep in the bathroom and sexy dance music began to play. After a few second of music, Ellen's long sexy leg jutted from the shower curtain and he hand ran up and down her thigh.