The Fertile Beauty Queen
Getting paid five grand to knock up the beauty queen next door was not the kind of deal any normal man turns down.
There was no denying the fact that my next door neighbour, Marisa, was hot. It was an objective truth, since she was a beauty queen. Unfortunately for her, she married a man that was sterile.
It worked out in my favour, though, when she and her husband came over to my house to beg my wife and I to help them out. For me to plant my seed in her fertile womb.
And when someone has a rack like Marisa, I couldn’t refuse.