My cock was once again slamming in and out of Lynn and was quickly nearing a point of arrival. “Keep fucking me, Alex,” Lynn cried out, “Give me...what I want.”I grabbed her hips and pounded against her in frantic spurts of energy until my over-swollen cock spilled its milky cum in continuous warms streams inside of Lynn. My cum mixed together with Lynn’s lubricant immediately began leaking from the tight seams of her pussy hole.“Don’t get any of that mess on my dress,” Lynn reminded me.I. . why?”“Jack ... It was that satellite war that caused male sterility on earth. You remember that little kerfuffle?”“Yeah. I had a great view of it from about a hundred miles farther up.”“If they connect you with being up there when the war started, they’ll automatically blame you for starting it. In other words, for causing the whole thing. Right now, you’ll be seen as a hope for the future. When that news breaks, they could consider you a criminal.”“Oh, no. No. It wasn’t like that. All I did. The fence is not too high, three round poles lodged in vertical ones, buried firmly in the soil. I struggle, propping myself up against the fence. Wrong move. He presses me against it even more from behind, fixing me expertly in the front with his left arm. I hang over the fence, the log pressing into my stomach, my breasts spilling out of the stretched fabric of the dress.He pulls the wet dress up, over my buttocks, and his right hand reaches straight between my legs. He rubs my labia, presses. “So now I do some different things.“Brewing. Sewing. Gardening. I raise a lot of my own food here on the farm.“I started out to save money but then I came to enjoy the taste better and then there is the pride thing of doing for yourself instead of paying others to do for you.“I like putting things together that by themselves aren’t very spectacular but when you combine them most of the time you get something that is pretty darn good.“Like sewing. I make some clothes for the women living at the.