I made my way downstairs, poured myself a bowl of cereal, and tried not to roll my eyes at Mom's chirpy predictions that this would be "the best year ...et." I walked to the bus stop. The other kids at the stop huddled together while I stood off to one side. When the bus pulled up, I sat down next to Rodney Harmon, who had just gotten the latest issue of 'Ultimate Spider Man.' Leafing through the pages, I had almost cheered up by the time we got to school.As I walked towards school, I noticed a. Almost the standard porn ending, but with one major difference.Through half-open eyes, she looked down to where my cum had dripped down onto her breast. Her eyes went wide. “Holy fuck! It is black. You don't have some weird disease, do you?”“No.”She walked to the mirror and looked at her face. “Arrgh! It's staining my teeth.” Then she ran off and left the room for a minute. When she returned, she said, “The good news is that it rinses off. The bad news is that it doesn't seem to whiten. And young women everywhere, coming too and from their insemination sessions.Connor passed the halls of closed door suites which housed breeding chambers. It was much like walking through a hotel, except that the suites were fully stocked with lubricant, toys and furniture for sex. It was a given that every couple going into a suite would not come back out until the insemination had been completed.As Connor walked by each closed door, he tried to imagine what was going on at that moment inside.. I proceeded cautiously, saying, "This conversation is about your sex-life, Donna. It's partly about how much sex you've had in the past, but it's mostly about how much you'll be having for the next few years. You've still got three and a quarter years until you're eighteen, so your behaving calmly and maturely is important for a lot longer yet." My explanation wasn't proving to be nearly as much fun as Donna had thought it might be. -- "I know there are a few girls your age who're having sex,".