"After three years of trying, and her husband failing to get her pregnant, he suggested they try something radical like a breeding party. "No need," his wife replied. She volunteers once a week at a refugee centre, full of migrants and asylum seekers. It didn't take much effort to have breeding parties there, with next to no organisation needed."
"Marrying a black man meant my parents looked forward to mixed heritage grandchildren. But his low sperm count put a halt to that. So he spoke to some of his mates who were happy to help. We still don't know which one succeeded."
"My husband had an evil grin when he agreed Winston should tarmac our drive. "I reckon we'll have a lovely black tar drive and he can give you a black toned baby," Winston's original estimate to complete the drive in one day changed to 10 days when I answered the door naked. On the second day, the pregnancy test was positive, but I carried on every day so my husband came home to an unmade bed showing Winston had been busy in our bedroom too."
""You fine lady, ma'am." That was the chance I couldn't miss. At 83, my husband can neither get erect nor impregnate me. So we cut short our tour of Grenada and the taxi driver took us back to our cruise liner. We invited him onboard and, in our cabin, he had intercourse with me several times as my husband sat and watched. Although neither of us can remember his name, my pregnancy and black baby caused quite a stir in the Old People's Home."
"If the Board of Governors knew a student fucked me, I'd lose my job and be barred from teaching. But my husband was keen we had a tanned baby to remind him that someone else knocked up his wife. And Sammy needed a way to improve his marks. Win-win then and it only took him seven sessions to impregnate me."