That meant one of them would be giving birth. For that, they’d need a sperm donor. There were services out there. They were expensive but the family...could afford it. They didn’t want that option either. They wanted a grandchild of the family — a child that was as genetically ‘theirs’ as possible.I could understand that. They reasoned that if Ellie had a brother - that is, a full brother and not a half-brother like Randall - he would have been the perfect sperm donor because he would be closest. It was warm and tight though less so than the first times, and the fluids helped her take him easily, wetting and lubricating his path. He thrust lustily until his blood-swollen head hit her cervix, and simultaneously his sperm-bloated testicles crashed resoundingly against the firm muscle-taut cheeks of her ass. He moved harder, flexing his prick as she moaned, imbedded beneath his driving cudgel.Marilyn had serviced the preacher with consummate skill but she wasn't the same. He ground his. "We have given you something to induce partial paralysis in your voluntary muscles. You will be able to assess mental acuity, visual and auditory functions while we give your head a few more days to heal. Then we will check if your motor skills were impaired. This is a very serious injury and your lawyers have made it abundantly clear that your care is of our utmost concern if we wish to avoid malpractice lawsuits."That said, he left. What I guess was a nurse came in and put a straw in my. Sophie Devereaux and newly appointed remedial educator Lee quietly advanced into the backyard of the pub behind the river. The angry advisor quickly got her to put her knees on the deck while landing an open hand swat across her upturned ass.“Hello Parker Sophie,” Devereaux announced herself. Ouch, rubbing a very sore butt with both hands. That wasn’t nice sneaking up and spanking my bottom while I was sleeping. That’s the least of your worries. I found your rum bottle up the chimney. That was.