At the time, it was all she could think of saying. One by one they dropped their pants, grasped their erections and started to stroke their cocks as A...nn walked closer in front of them, pulling on her nipples. She recalled that the sexual feelings she had at the time were overpowering; waves of pleasure swept through her body. Ann’s boyfriend was the first to pop, spraying his cum onto the small coffee table, after which he slumped over, and either went to sleep or passed out, with his limp. So the odds of one of his active sperm meeting up with an egg when you do ovulate is a tenth of one percent. Pretty slim odds." But a guy puts out several million little wigglers when he comes. That's still a lot of them, and it only takes one." True. But how long have the two of you been trying for a baby?" Three years. We make love on the days before and after I ovulate." Yeah, but if what I've read in the literature is any guide, and I'm not a doctor, your odds of success still aren't very. I step beneath its curtain, the pressure and the silk caress of water. I drink from the falling water its taste clean and sharp. The thrumming of the water in my head and chest the only sound. Finely I move from the water to the sunlight, in the distance I hear thunder not from the water but that of a summer storm. Looking up I see to the west a thunderhead and looking south through the cleft, I see dark clouds and the deep darkness of the woods, yet I am on the edge of this storm. The sunlight. " Down there," I said."Oh!" She shivered. "Should I kiss you, too?" Not yet," I said. "Let me try first." I'd tasted my own juices, from my own fingers, on Carl's face, and I wondered if she would taste different."All right," she agreed, letting me go so I could slide down along her, kissing my way, pausing to suckle on each of her breasts, leaving her nipples stiffly aroused and moist with my saliva. I licked my way down to her navel, and her fingers tangled in my hair as I probed that hollow.