"Robert leaned forward and said, "I can't believe that. If you're comfortable with talking about it, go ahead, but I don't want you to feel pressured ...o do it."Annie picked up her glass for another sip of 7-Up, and then began her story. "It was a Friday night, and I had just finished my shift on the pediatric floor. I was walking to the bus stop, just like I always did, and I don't remember seeing anything that was even a bit suspicious. I was walking past a white van, just like the vans that. By my count, I came up with 7 spurts. More than enough sperm to impregnate an ovulating female who might not have been so diligent taking the pill. Finally at 7 p.m., I called Christine and started talking about last night. I casually asked her if she came before I started cumming. She said, ‘No, it was your cock spasming inside of me that got me off.’ ‘Do you remember off-hand how many spasms you felt?’ I asked, to see if my count of 7 was accurate. ‘I sure do because I couldn’t believe it!. I thanked the clerk and went back outside. I saw a little cafe across the street and turned to suggest to my assistant and the security guy that we go there. I looked around and noticed that the security guy was gone. That was odd and I also noticed my assistant wasn't there too. I looked back toward the shop and saw her standing inside looking out the glass door. I looked at her confused and saw he mouth the words “I'm sorry”. Just then I heard tires screeching and a large black sedan. Themarriage was no different than the rest of Sam's life, nothing out ofthe ordinary other than the fact that he could never father anychildren. This was due to not only his very small equipment, but alsoan extremely low sperm count. Sara learned to deal with hisshortcomings by requiring him to service her with his other assets,which resulted in fewer and fewer intimate times over the next years asSara was never overwhelmed by his efforts. Sam was resigned to sleepingin the spare room unless.