I was proud to know that I caused him to erupt so much. When he finally began to stop, he bent the tip to my lips and had me lick off the last little ...ribble of cum. Streaks of his goo coated my face, and I felt as though my entire head was plastered with it. The warmth of his seed felt good against my pale skin, and we both just remained silent momentarily as we basked in the afterglow of the experience. It was Isaac who finally broke the silence, and though his tone was more subdued, he still. It was a good door, solid. He had finally gotten the hang of splitting wood, allowing him to make the tables and counters with flat tops. The door was made from two of his planks, a diagonal brace nailed to the inside. He hadn't used many nails, building the place, but here it had seemed easiest. The hinges were also store bought.On either side of the front door stood two open windows. They had not bought glass, trusting the Lady to help them with bugs (had Jesus ever kept flies away? No).. He had his sperm amount checked numerous times and the Doctors said it was low, but he still should be able to get me pregnant.One day he approached me and said "Hun, you should have children and a family". I told him again it didn't matter and it was him I loved. Then he said, "Nicole I want you to listen to this and let me know what you think". He told me that he was talking with his Father, about us and not having children, when his Father says, why don't you use Jack's sperm to get her. "Hey,Coyote, you ol' varmint! How you doin'?" "Just fine, Matt. Was passing through, and thought I should say hello.How are things?" Basterson's smile vanished. "Well . . . ." he said, "to beentirely honest, they been better. Whyntcha come on into my office?" Heled Coyote into the room from which he'd just emerged and showed him to a comfortablechair. He then sat down behind his desk. "What's up, old friend?" asked Coyote. "Take a look at that wanted poster," said Basterson, pointing toa big.