. um ... would it make a difference if I was pretending you were Bernie?” she asked as we slipped beneath the sheets. She had a T-shirt on and I had...my boxers on. We knew what we were there for.“No, I don’t mind. Do you mind if I pretend you’re my sister?”“That would be perfect, Bernie. Just call me Sissy. I always call Bernie Bru-bru.”“Okay, Sissy. Now let me kiss you.” She closed her eyes and turned her head to me. Our lips meshed together and even though it took a little to get started, we. She said "thanks" and then said "I need to head off to bed". She got up and quickly closed her door. I thought I had somehow ruined my chance. The next evening I got home from work and Bev wouldn't make eye contact with me. I thought I had really messed up. I decided to drop it and try to make it all seem like I hadn't tried to offer myself to her. Before bed that night she asked if she could take me up on that back rub still? I instantly got about half hard. I agreed and told her I would meet. "He saved the best news for last, telling her, "We are going to beparents again. Your semen was used this time and it took immediately.Our new surrogate insisted on helping as she feels responsible formaking you leave school. She donated her egg for the procedure, we triedto convince her not to but she wanted a piece of her to live on as shechose to not be a parent and raise a child of her own. Your new son willbe born in May, just after the semester ends. There is still more semenso we can use. Her movements started off with slow, small circles over the pink flesh which covered her clitoris, then, dipping her finger inside herself to wet her finger, she drew it out, releasing the small button, shuddering at the sensation. In front of her, David was slowly stroking his hand along his penis, their eyes locked on each other's. Dipping her free hand between her legs, Sammi brought out her fingers, slick with her wetness, pulling at her nipples with her wet fingers, causing David to.