They both shared their love of series likeRanma 1/2 and Battle Athletes and their initial conversation had turned intowhat was looking like a lasting ...friendship. Lasting, that is, if Robert survived. Mary had learned a lot about Robertbut not everything. She knew enough to be worried that he might take his ownlife. Robert was 52, a tall, rather unattractive man, a little overweightand suffering from the deepest depression Mary had seen in anyone. He wasmarried; Mary had even gone to his. ’ And my rigid cock was most certainly about to be enveloped by that hot, sticky web of hers. Her panties were soaked through; the sweet, musky scent filled the tiny room, sending another rush of blood into my straining cock. I sat down on the toilet seat, lifted her up, and she yelped quietly as she struck her head on the ceiling. Her flat stomach rippled with laughter. When I took a taut nipple into my mouth, that laughter turned to moans. “That’s two.” “Shut up,” she spat, grabbing my. ’ ‘Now don’t start getting bitchy Ann,’ I protested. ‘We knew that this might crop up. All we can do is give them their money’s worth.’ We had to leave off at that point because the others had started to drift into the bar. Ann had lunch with Sally while I lunched with Melanie and managed to give a good account of myself in the afternoon session with her. Ann made me watch myself that evening in the monitor room, having it off with Melanie before insisting that I did the same to her right. “Wait ... what?”“You know she can’t produce hardly any viable eggs, and she probably can’t carry to term if she could produce eggs. But I can produce eggs, and I’ve got two kids to prove I can carry to full term. I love my sister dearly, Roger, and for her I could carry another baby. It would be her baby, hers and Dave’s, but I would carry it for her.“Now that would mean no sex ... at least no vaginal sex until I was confirmed pregnant. I’d have to go off birth control until then and we.