"Even if we could do a brain transplant, whichwe don't have such technology yet, it wouldn't be Tina in there anyway. No, I was going to mention..." T...ansfer the baby to another woman," Allan said."Not quite, we are quite certain the embryo would not survive such atransplant. No, we want to transplant the entire uterus. But beforeyou ask; no we can't just transfer to just any other woman. This is acritical procedure, and can't just cross match on blood type alone. Weneed to get a match on a. The coast was clear. I led Brittany across the hall and into my daughter's room, where there was a full-sized bed covered in stuffed animals. I closed and locked the door. Brittany just looked at me with that same naughty smile. I pulled her to me and kissed her. She kissed me back, HARD! Mmmmm. She was so sweet. Her hair smelled of fresh apples. Brittany worked her tiny hand inside my swimsuit , grasping my throbbing cock, and she moaned in appreciation. So did I!She slowly jerked me off as. I just had to make DAMNED SURE that I didn't act like a typical teenage boy about it. I had to pretend to be mature, which was a real pain sometimes, like when there were twenty-odd bodies that I definitely wanted to ogle, and had great trouble stopping myself from doing so. Fortunately, when I've determined that I HAVE to do something, I'm not easily distracted. Normally one or other of the minds won't forget to behave, or will remember quickly if I start going awry. So from the girls'. But then I felt a rush of pleasure I had never felt before. I woke up. It was a warm summer’s night and I was sleeping only with a sheet over me. I was lying on my back and I could feel my cock twitching. I could hear it too. There was a faint slapping sound like a dying fish in shallow water. There was a big puddle on my flat stomach and my cock was straining out of it and flopping back into it as blood seemed to pulse alternately between my cock and my pounding heart. I was sleepy and.