Do you give them babies too?" When I can," I agreed, "I always try to do that, even if the woman is not expecting it. I'm terrible like that." Well I ...want a baby and my husband is not going to be the father," she said, "he's too much of a wimp and I want good quality sperm. I'll see if yours is good enough." Its good enough for all the others," I boasted, nineteen so far. Fifteen girls and four boys." Oh good, you give girl babies! That's a sign of virility." she beamed.So we fixed a time and. "Heather had died of an aneurism that developed in her brain. One dayshe was fine, and two days later she was dead. Heather was Stan's twinsister, and I knew that he missed her a lot, but he had managed to getpast his grief, or he was faking it really well. His mother wastrying, and I suppose, giving away all of Heather's stuff would helpher, probably a lot. I looked at mom, who just sat there, silent asshe looked at Stan. It was up to me, and we all knew it. The fact thatStan was sitting there. Am... I... going... to..." I could not finish the sentence as his tongue wildly played. A rush of ecstasy filled me for he did not stop. He kept sucking and thrusting his fingers, making sure I was sensitive to his touch, making me beg for more. "Please... inside me..." I could not fathom words anymore all of it was mush. A grand smile came across his face as he captured my lips again and plunged home. He did not move letting me get used to his hard cock filling me completely. Slowly he. "Susan took a deep breath again."When she come to the age her friends invited her to a night club. And sheliked it. She started to visit it more and more often. She was changing,got new friends. I wasn't thinking about it too much. I was thinking thatthis is just a phase and it will puss. But suddenly it got worse."Susan stopped talking and started to put clothes on the bad. Then shecontinued"I discovered that the club she was visiting is dangerous when it wasalready too late. There are some.