“What's wrong baby?” I asked.“I just didn't see that coming I guess. I mean, I know they were talking about a sperm bank, but that was it as far...as I could tell. Did they tell you they were seriously thinking about it?” John asked.“No actually, they didn't mention anything definite to me either, but you wanted to be a grandfather someday didn't you?” I asked.“Of course I did. I don't know what's wrong with me sweetheart. I guess I'm just shocked,” John replied.Then I saw he was a little. I am in a bit of shock and yet somewhat excited as well. I am looking at a nice pair of men's slacks, a nice silk buttonup shirt, silk boxers and a strap on. Yes, I said a strap on!Getting in the shower I wonder about the outfit. Finding my nipples are hard, my pussy is very wet and I embrace for a moment where this is leading. I quickly gather my thoughts. Wrap my towel around my wet body, that is silky smooth from my legs to my hot wet pussy, ready for what the night brings.I begin to get. Hair held back in a pony-tail, close fitting tan coloured tank-top over her usual padded bra, a mid-thigh length denim skirt that had a subtle flare on the lower third, and high heeled strappy sandals. I prefer stockings and pumps on a woman but, hey, it’s July and she’s got the tanned legs to compensate. My cock ached just looking at her sashay around the store. And then, I think I went insane. We found ourselves amongst some of the less popular kitchen models on display. It was. ’ Mayor Andrews was just finishing a phone call and happy to discuss the situation with the French’s house. ‘Not much to look at, but sound construction. Was redone after the war. I think the original went back to King George.’ ‘What would you advise about a fair price?’ He looked at me for a minute. ‘I’ve heard about you. The rugby and the speech you gave Saturday. I’m going to say something private I ask you not to share. Hugh French was the mail deliveryman here for many years until.