I just moped around the house for the rest of the night. I could not seeHeather because she, and just about every girl in school, was spendingthe nigh...t at salons and hairdressers and doing all the things a girlneeds to do to look beautiful; the things I wished I was doing.My sister, who also had her dance, had her hair full of rollers and wasdoing her nails that night, I remarked how I wish I could be doingsomething like that and before I knew it, I was. I had my hair up inrollers by my mother. “My contact at the fertility clinic called me yesterday. He changed labs doing the sperm counts, changed methods of collecting specimens, had every sterile container shipment randomly checked for foreign substances. Nothing changed. A hundred percent of the men he’s seeing have no viable sperm.”“Every man? Sterile?” I scribbled on my tablet as fast as I could. “I need to check this with some other hospitals and doctors.”“We did,” Levi Ulman said. “It’s uniform.”“Then you must have checked with. .. ?"I smiled. "Hi. I'm Brian Morse, and you are?" Tammy. Tammy Weldon. Please join us, Mr. Morse. These are my daughters, the twins – Linda and Amy, and my baby, Carrie. We've ... had a ... difficult time, lately. Thank you for our dinner. Say, 'thank you, ' girls."They all joined as one, in thanking me. I took the lone empty seat at the round table. Carrie, the youngest, and most outgoing, openly appraised me. "You look nice. My sisters are only sixteen, but they're crazy about boys." she. Once again she saw Matt’s cock at its maximum rigidity projecting out toward the cunt hole as Jane reached down and grasped the cock with her fingers and placed it at her opening. Actually, her help was totally unnecessary since she was so open that the blind cock-head couldn’t have missed the hole, but the superfluous assistance was symbolic of her eagerness to be taken. That symbolism wasn’t wasted on Katie and she felt a new surge of excitement as she saw Jane’s fingers drawing Matt’s cock.