Yup, can't wait to see the bill from this. The girls dominated the day, all baby talk and pregnancy talk. African girls, European girls, this is our... common thread. It's universal. Lot's of back slapping among the men. All taking bows for producing k**s. A bunch of amazing fools take credit for a lot more than starting things along. I expect the setting was right for Kristen to make her request. As the day ended and the crowd thinned out Kristen and Osei tells us she is ready for another. The bond they seemed to sharereaffirmed itself the day she finally sent the "Hey, are you alive?"e-mail; the same day he called her at the office and said "You've been onmy mind.." It didn't take long for the date to beset. The date they'd reunite. And here it was, the "weekend". It felta bit surreal. Thethree years they had together was beyond words. Each time they met limits weregently expanded, previous "no-zones" were eliminated as trust betweenthem manifested into solid rock. Sessions. My shameful conduct with the head prosecutor, Ms. Honeysuckle was a wake-up call to me in more ways than one. I knew she was just using me as a convenient sperm donor but I was hooked good and proper and was willing to get down on my knees for her anytime she suggested it to me. I hadn’t felt like this way for a female ever since my first wife Doreen used to dress up in her leather and vinyl and made me toe the mark like a little boy-toy.Doreen was a good person inside but she had a rough. I stood there bent over for a few minutes when she came back with two more female teachers. They came closer, saw me naked, and went out of the gym. After ten minutes of waiting I was getting tired of this pose so I stood up - just as the teachers entered the gym again. I was yelled at and slapped and forced to bend over again. I was afraid of what was coming.First one of the teachers pulled out the tampon. She was careful not to hurt me but it still hurt a bit. When she saw the dirty tampon.