She didn't get pregnant, and actually ended up tragically dying before we tried again. So now I had an additional worry of what if the mother dies? An...other year or two went by and I found another situation that I thought maybe I would feel comfortable with. A married couple that had male factor infertility was wanting a donor and not planning to ever tell anyone that a donor was used, not even the c***d. I reasoned to myself that no one would ever know, I'd have no reason to feel guilt towards. I decided to ignore that impulse. With one hand he pulled his balls up and slid his butt down and out, allowing me a clear view of his opening. He had little hair there and not really much on his scrotum either. I glanced again at his cock, which now had half of a drop of pre-come showing in the fine slit of his gland. His foreskin was beginning to withdraw as he harden and grew.‘Open my bedside drawer and get out my bottle of Astroglide. Open up the top tip and hand it to me, please.’I found. "Patrice? Jesus, what a face! I'll bet you suck cock like a vacumn."I couldn't believe his nerve. "You are a real jerk, you know that?" You're the jerk; teasing me with pussy and then not letting me have any," I never teased you with pussy." Halucinations weren't one of the common side affects but then, these drugs weren't commonly used together."Hey, even trashed I know pussy when I smell it. Didn't have you pegged fer uh carpet muncher." He babbled on. "Can't stand the shit. Stick it, don't. It was dark, and quite, just what they needed. "Alright mom, I'm going to go find my room." Gabe went down the hall choosing the one farthest down. Claire set up her own things and was just marveled by it all. She saw a beautiful full mirror against the wall. It was dusty and decrepit. She loved it. She knew she would get some real work done here, but first it was time for dinner. After about a half hour the two were sitting at an old wooden table making small talk. Claire was smiling and.