"I explained with difficulty, "My brain is working overtime."And it was. So many impressions were striking me at once that I was soon exhausted trying... to sort them out and keep track. And this was only my third day in New York!We took a long walk all the way uptown to her apartment, during which I had to inspect every store window and peer around corners to see what was there. It seemed every inch of Third Avenue presented something new and exotic. Martha was pleased that I was so. We drink, mostly in silence broken by few attempts at conversation. I pretend to look around the coffee shop, my eyes glancing over her at every opportunity and catching her looking at me more than once. I detect a slight grin across her face as if she knows what’s in my mind. I startle, look down at the menu on the table when she looks at me and says, “You have a very beautiful smile”. Shudder and blush, I feel a warm feeling begins to spread down my hips. “Excuse me, I-- I need to-- freshen. " And with this she slipped her hands underneath his buttocks, and then slowly lowered her head until her tongue-moistened lips came in contact with the smooth rubbery tip of his cock.Her red glossed lips parted slightly as she savored the exquisite taste and scent of his throbbing male hardness and her eyelashes fluttered with an old, time-honored emotion. She had fallen in love with Mark Franklin's cock when she was just a schoolgirl in Trenton, New Jersey, and had adored it ever since. Next. Looking through giant microscopes, evolutionary biologists Robin Baker and Mark Bellis found that “egg-inseminators” make up only about 1% of a man’s sperm. So… what about the rest? What about the 99%? It turns out that sperm aren’t so much like a bunch of individual runners or swimmers, but more like an army or a football team. The offensive players are the tackles and fullbacks in the Big Game going on inside the female’s reproductive tract. They don’t ever even try to race to the egg because.