Well, it has been a long time, and I'll try to avoid last names. I guess it's OK. It all had to do with Uncle Ted's garage, and I'll have to explain t...at. Stanford's one of those crossroads towns. In this case, it's state route 92, where it crosses Blue Jacket Creek, and county road 23, which runs more or less along the creek, but on the higher ground. The respectable part of town runs from the bridge, Miss Tina's Tea Shoppe, west along 92, up toward the Stanford Central School. Uncle Ted had a. She heard very little of what the doctor had to say. She had been through so much at the clinic already: forcible defloration and subsequent frequent inseminations by her ‘breeder’, the stimulation of her breasts to produce milk, the scheduled pumping of that milk, the introduction to lesbianism – and now, pregnancy. Her mind whirled with terror over how her body would now be changing, and what kinds of sexual deviancies would await her. Ian watched Dinah’s face very carefully. Although his. "Ahhh ... oh fuck" i groaned as I powerfully fucked her - deep and strong until I could hold it no longer."Yesssssssss!!!!" I yelled as I unloaded a massive load of my hope cum into the depths of her orgasming pussy. I squirted long and hard for the next 30 seconds or so until I came to a stop with my balls temporarily drained.I kissed her tenderly."I really needed that son" she murmured."Any time at all mum" I responded before kissing her again.She and I had been lovers for the last few. She still had notdecided how Bethany figured into her plans. The woman was strong, but shecould not stand up against a troop of trained soldiers. More importantly,Kardan realized, was that she cared for Bethany. She knew, more thananything, that she wished no harm to come to her. Kardan sighed, pushingthe thought aside for a moment. She would have to decide such thingslater.Bethany slowly ceased her aimless flotation and paddled to the shore.Kardan leapt deftly to the ground and walked to the.