I have read the material on your males' low fertility rates and I understand intellectually about how that leads to the whole Damsel in Distress thing.... What I don't get is exactly what you caretakers get out of this personally." Well, lets see - our males have dicks the size of breakfast sausages. Worse, they have the libido of a honey bee drone and the sexual skills of a brick. Worst of all, when one can be browbeaten into making a genetic contribution, they are mostly firing blanks. In. Laying there I drifted off into a fantasy. It had been three years since that rotten mongrel of a boyfriend had left me. The bastard, he even had the front to fuck me just before he left. God, I miss his fucking. I look at my body lying there, not bad for sixty three I thought. My tits not quite firm, but not as saggy as the bitch he left me for. I touch a nipple and instantly it arouses itself, my hand gently squeezes the firmness. I feel so good with myself. Taking a sip from my wine glass I. As he'd set there in front of his lap top watching porn, he'd have his cock in his hand stroking it up and down, up and down---until, eventually, the urge to ejaculate was so strong, so powerful, that he couldn't hold back any longer; and then, in a glorious crescendo, that he never grew tired of, he would explode...sending a huge load of cum flying into the air in spurt after spurt after spurt of the most intense form of pleasurable agony he'd even experienced; and to which he had become truly. Yeah, Jerry and Rufus." Mister Villi took Zelena's hand. "We talk those boys tomorrow, okay?"Someone burst in the door of the restaurant, it was Jay."What happened to Zelly?" He gasped. He saw her sitting with mister Villi. "What happened? Everyone on the street is talking about it? They said you'd been stabbed."She explained what had happened and he was relieved. "I was really afraid something terrible had happened to you. I'd seen those two hanging around and it would have been my fault if.