He wanted no children that didn't come from his wife's womb. Adoption wasn't something he would even discuss. She was willing to try artificial insemi...ation even though the odds of it being successful were very low. She was willing even if it risked her life. Women died in childbirth every day, it was something she risked giving birth. And if his sperm count was low the doctor suggested there were things they could do that would raise it. But Carl wouldn't think about any thing but natural. Now wearing the matching bra and panties set, I opened the bag and took outthe clothes she'd given me. It was just one piece. It was a black 'jumper',looking like a pair of shorts sewed to a short-sleeved shirt. 'Mom musthave been kidding when she said that it wasn't too girly!' I thought tomyself. 'Boys would never wear a one-piece outfit like this!' Not only didI think it was girly, but also quite childish. And yet, I guess I did seewhat Mom must have meant when defending it. It was black.. .. and went off like a geyser, right on Jenny's pursed red lips and up her tiny, curled, shell-like nose with its miniature nostrils. Aaaaaaghhhh! Mitch had screamed, beating the bedsheet with his fists and then whipping the upper sheet away so that he could watch the deluge of his semen blasting, at last, onto Jenny's exquisite, tiny face with its perfect skin and big sensual mouth. To his joy, Jenny hadn't recoiled but went on kissing his monster cock as it twitched and flung thick sticky. “Oh my, I’m so sorry about that! Are you okay?” Max asked in a caring tone.“Yeah don’t worry, I’m fine!” She replied, a smile spreading across her face. “I’m Tegan.” She exclaimed, walking over to me.Quickly I composed myself and smiled, reciprocating her hand shake. “Hi, I’m Libby.”“I’ll catch you later?” Tegan questioned, like we knew each other.“Yeah, sure.” I replied, smiling. She walked back to her boyfriend who was smiling at me too, and Max pulled me close for a slow dance.“You’re.