They'd have to make special arrangements with a proctor from the district's administration, 'cause of my reading problem. Mr. B. coached me on how to ...andle the math questions. If I had a reasonable try at an answer, I should give that answer. If I didn't have a clue, just answer 'C.' They were all multiple choice questions. He suggested I answer 'C' but I told him that I'd answer 'B' – after all, the B. family had been pretty lucky for me so far. He smiled.So that was scheduled for next month.. I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world when she consented to marry me. I wasn't looking for some beauty queen, but Diane was closer to that image than any woman I was ever likely to date, much less marry. Her parents seemed reasonably satisfied that I was a decent guy and would treat their only daughter properly. Three children later they were sure of it.My parents thought the sun rose and set on Diane. I'm sure my father had the occasional lustful thoughts, while mother rejoiced in. She was kneeling on the floor, her knees poking out of the bottom of her grey sixth form skirt, as she stroked my aching dick. It was throbbing from the rush of blood and was acting like a beacon, calling her hand to stroke its length. She stared at it as she worked it watching the pre-cum dripping from the tip which she rubbed into my dick without hesitation; at 17 she was clearly no beginner. I tried to examine her body with my eyes all the while keeping an alert eye out for anyone who might. "Claire wanked me in the normal way. I did not disappoint her and as she capped off my sperm, instead of putting in the rack, she placed it in her handbagand gave me 15 shillings from her purse."This is for me," she smiled, "I've chosen you, but I'm not paying what they charge at this place."I didn't see Claire again. She left the clinic right after that, and I suppose she only took the job to have access to the donor files and ultimately her chosendonor, me.The second occasion came after about.