The elderly gentsmiled as he handed the camera back to Darla. We'd made his day. I putthe camera back in my purse as Darla took the lead again. "Come ...ngirls!" she shouted. Feeling well rested and full, I began to get giddyabout what she might have planned."Well, here we are," she said stopping outside the tattoo parlor. Thetownship had been very reluctant to grant a license to such an operation.Only after being assured that the strictest health codes would befollowed and that no drug. They had disowned her when she married her husband, as he was not the man they had selected for her. She was still working through some issues and was glad that Dr. Amy was so easy to talk to.One of the doctors asked how they would obtain enough liquid nitrogen to maintain the sperm and embryos. A nurse said that she had worked in an infertility clinic, and they had a machine that made liquid nitrogen on site. She knew that the storage vats had to have nitrogen added once a week and it came. She continued to stroke me and moved her body around so her back faced me... she was kneeling on the bed... my hand ran up and down her back and over her ass as she continued to squeeze me and stroke me with a sense of fascination and desire... she leant forward and shifted giving me a view of her pussy... it was glistening and gripping her ass cheek I caused her lips to part... I groaned loudly as her pace quickened and her grip tightened and felt my cock filling with cum.She had been milking. VanAndel continues her conversation. He drags his thoughts off of the dark haired beauty and continues his conversation with Mrs. VanAndel. For the first time that evening, Kerrie noticed the handsome stranger talking to Mrs. VanAndel. Is this the Borland guy every one was talking about? She finds herself intrigued. ‘Hmm’ ‘Hmm what?’ asks Jennifer. ‘Oh, sorry Jen. I was just lost in thought.’ Jennifer looks in the same direction as Kerrie but only sees Mrs. VanAndel and some guy with his back.