.. not his idea of fun, and second, the lesbo bitch was ... well, she was a lesbo bitch, not just that, but a MLF (Militant Lesbian Feminist) and inse...ting his cigar into her pussy was akin to rape, even if he was sufficiently motivated to beg.Anyway, she was hanging up her whips, putting away her latex and leather suit, and her other paraphernalia. ‘‘That’s it, I am already pregnant, you’ll get your baby, one child, your heir. You’re never bringing that THING near me again,’’ his wife told. Her thighs quivered and shook in my hands and I felt her vagina constrict around my shaft over and over. With my dick alone, I brought her to an orgasm. To say I was proud would be an understatement. I was ecstatic. Elated. I felt like a god.I felt myself swell up even more, if that were possible, and knew my orgasm was close too. I put my forehead on her shoulder, panting down on her breasts and watching them move with my actions. The sound of our hips smacking together, our hungry moans, and. .”“What do you mean?”“Well, the Plague took away all our men,” Mom said, tearfully; “but we have to have babies to keep the colony alive...”“So?”“So Mommy had to have some help ... to make another baby...”Mom didn’t clarify that—she was pretty upset—but I soon got a full run-down on the situation. At the start of the 9th grade, my beautiful teacher—the widowed Mrs. Amanda Blaylock—took me aside for a private meeting after school. I felt a little awkward about that; although I had only just. You were standing right next to Mom when she announced that both my bras that fit were clean, and unless I felt like washing another load of laundry for myself to leave them be and either wear my old bras or heavy sweatshirts around the house." Really?" Mark asked. "I don't recall that conversation. Anyway, I knew you wouldn't do it. It proves you're lying." I can't believe you. Here you sit accusing me of dishonesty while you lie about a conversation I know you heard. Fine, if that's the only.