Jumbo likes the feel of silk panties," Tim laughed. "Especially when it they are filled with Miss Honey Pot." Mr. Jumbo has had his last act here in C...icago," Emma said. "He has to wait until we get to San Diego." Ohhhhh, poor Mr. Jumbo," Tim pouted for him."Tim, we talked so intellectually for all those months before we married. Now all we talk about is Mr. Jumbo this, Mr. Jumbo that. What about poor Miss Honey Pot?"She'll get hers," he laughed. "I like that. We'll call your pussy that from. "So, how do you get the sperm and lubricant out of your vagina again?" asked my mother, always curious."It's a technique we're taught by Mr. Jones, the one who started the program. We squat on the floor over the collection container. I reach up inside with my finger and swish it around, and the stuff dribbles out into the dish." Oh, that's very clever!" Yes, Mr. Jones gives us sample donations over and over again until we get it exactly right."My father came in."Fred, welcome home!" said my. I rolled off and got into the pool and got myself wet. I came out with water dripping and sat on Mr. Nair’s face and rubbed my pussy on his mouth. Immediately, he started licking my pussy and biting the cunt lips. I was getting hot and wanted Mr. Nair to fuck me.Mr. Nair kept licking and then he picked me up and took me to his bedroom and threw me on the bed. He got on me, placed his dick in my pussy and rubbed it. I closed my eyes and kept moaning and kept saying, “Mr. Nair..fuck me hard. Fill. Sorry, but you’ve kept it hidden for this long, it caught me off guard.”“To answer your question, he’s only sort of a kept man. He didn’t finish college but he has a career he’s trying to get off the ground.”“What career?”“Modeling.”“Hahahahaha!” Sam couldn’t help it. She burst into another fit of laughter.“What? What’s so funny?!?”After she recovered, Samantha clasped her hands together and launched into her best approximation of feminine mockery. “Oh, woe is me! I have a beautiful young man.