. that's a dead sure certainty. She's pretty independent you know. But ... she's got my card. If she changes her mind ... we'll ... she'll know how to...find me." Good luck. She'd be a good partner for sure," I suggested.He nodded agreement but said nothing more. I got the feeling that he was pretty disappointed that Crystal wasn't going to be with him.Ramona was a simpler matter. She did want me to follow her to Las Vegas but understood when I told her no. This week had been amazingly good for. "She smiled — not to easy to do when you have a cock in your mouth. Trust me, I know — and shook her head gently from side to side."Please, Mom."Her response was to press her hand against my bladder. I understood, even at that young age, that she wanted me to piss in her mouth. What I didn't understand was why; what could she enjoy about drinking my piss? The idea didn't tempt me. I realized that it was not a question of taste, but more an example of sexual wickedness; she wanted it because it. " I was hoping to get value for YOUR money!" Thems the breaks. I know how to cheer you up though. You've got used to being around the girls without acting like immature idiots, so now it's time to get used to touching them. Shall we pretend you're rubbing suntan lotion on them?" Oh boy!" exclaimed Peter. Then he realized that he might've just got himself kicked out. With a panic stricken face, "OH NO! I didn't mean..."I waved him down. "Relax Pete. You've been great for the last half an hour,. Simple as that’- says TJ.- ‘Alright....I give it a go. I don’t have any other option so...Sperm Bank here I come.>>>>Brian stepped in the bank and then he saw the perfect woman. The receptionist, a nice blonde goddess with DD boobs toned long legs, and with on ass you can die for.-‘Hi. My name is Brian Smith. I called earlier to make an appointment....’-‘Right. Follow me Mr. Smith’ –said the receptionist.- ‘Call me Brian, please’- ‘Ok, Brian. My name is Anna’- said with a smile on her face..