It was summer and I was teenager then. Renovation was going at our home and I was shifted to second floor. Mom’s bedroom was on first floor. At firs... floor there are big drawing hall, kitchen, and two other bedrooms. It was about 2 am at night I got awake.My room’s air conditioner was still not installed. I got downstairs for water from refrigerator and saw still lights are on in mom’s bedroom. I just took water bottle from fridge and turned back to go upstairs. Mom’s bedroom door was closed. "We'll finish this when Sarah clears you medically. Until then, I'm not about to do something that might set back your recovery. If I did that, there would be hell to pay from your other women," she said with a laugh.Thirty minutes later, I was in my familiar spot on the metallic table. Since it was early morning, Sarah did not have any trouble securing the unit for her use. Sarah told me to lie still while the unit looked me over. I did not as much as twitch for the three minutes it took.. But that was a very long time ago; and I can assure you, that I have never stopped masturbating for hardly a day in my life; and, I'm happy to say, that my pastor was a total fraud; because I have NEVER, ever, 'run out of sperm!' Indeed, in college biology I discovered that my testicles were constantly producing more, and more, and yet more sperm every day! So, our pastor had lied through his teeth to us that day. The only thing he actually accomplished was to make us more, or less, young. I climbed out of our tree and headed back to where we had came from. I took a different route and came across a pond with a waterfall. It wasn't easy to get to, but there was soaproot growing in abundence and I knew that we were going to need that before too long. There were some ducks on the other side of the pond too. More food. I continued on my way to where we had washed ashore and started looking for anything that might be left of our boat. There wasn't much, but what there was, was good..