" I picked up my teacup and took a sip. "What about Ray?" You mean have him donate his sperm?" Well, I suppose you could be artificially inseminated, ...f that's what you wanted, but I imagine it wouldn't be as much fun as a good old-fashioned fuck. And there'd be much less paperwork, too!" My attempt at humour was wasted."Have you spoken to him about this?" She frowned at me."Of course not! I wouldn't dream of doing so without speaking to you first. Look, have a think about it Clare, and if you. " she says, pressing the hand mirror into your palm. "Take it with you."You furrow your brow at her, frowning confusedly. "...and why just give it away? Is it not something you value intensely?" She gives you a knowing look, weighing her words carefully before responding. "It always manages to find its way home when the time is right. For now, consider it a gift to you, my most eager prize." Her words send a chill down your spine. Clutching the crystalline object in your hand, you warily exit. Nothing too outlandish, just the usual smart/classical styles, the nicer, smarter clothes were saved for Saturday and Sunday.The main difference was that by the time that my sister and Mother arrived home, I was fully made up, perfumed, all my nails painted and with supper ready. If mother was going out straight from work, my sister and I would often spend the evening in our nightclothes, she loved to see me dressed and evenings alone, sitting together on the sofa or having her sit on my lap in. He was straight and boisterous, as usual, which was one thing she loved about him and his four-legged kin – they were simply less complicated and more easygoing than men.The young millionaire pulled up her skirt and took her panties aside, giving her trusted lover good access to her pussy. He didn’t let himself get asked twice and licked eagerly and fiercely along her labia. Carolina closed her eyes and leaned back against the closet, where she slowly sank to the floor. She opened her legs.