Cristie and her parents had been enjoying a weekend of camping in the Webley National Park, when Molly forged away and into the camp for the elderly n...ext door. Molly wasn't your ordinary Tarantula, (is anything ordinary today?) she was the souped up version with more brains than she needed. She liked the color red and warm places, and spying Miss Gertrude's panties, settled in for the night. All was going well until Gertrude started dreaming of her younger life and slipped a hand inside her. These were all young girls that we hired from a public service agency that specialized in helping with the transitions of young adults, from foster home living, to an independent lifestyle. We converted three small upstairs rooms, all next to a giant nursery conversion we did in Brenda's bedroom. She spent most of her nights in with Emily or Joyce and me anyway, and there was still a smaller room in Emily's wing, with a king sized bed for her use, if she ever wanted or needed to make use of. Human sperm was the spark to her kindling, the high-octane fuel of Fae survival; when a human male emptied his seed into her, it sparked a biological chain-reaction the likes of which no one could have predicted. Her race, the forest nymphs, and all fae would most certainly survive! Of course, she'd sensed that he'd impregnated her minutes after their first coupling in her office, but she'd taken the boy home with her anyway; why waste good cock?Her supernaturally fertile body had time to. It felt so fantastic that my head began spinning as Greg began to make love to me. I wrapped my legs around his back, allowing him to go deeper. I felt like I was in heaven as he fucked me for about 10 minutes. I could feel the depth at which Greg was penetrating and it felt so good. During my state of total abandon, I urged Greg to cum with me as another orgasm came over me. Greg stiffened as my pussy contracted around his cock. I could feel Greg’s cock pulsate as he filled my fertile pussy.