Patrick quickly chastised himself and shut down that train of thought. He finished his shower, dried off and walked to the living room wearing only a ...owel. The phone in the living room rang. Patrick picked up the cordless hand set. ‘Hello.’ ‘Hello. This is Columbia Presbyterian. Is Patrick O’Connell there?’ ‘Speaking.’ ‘Mr. O’Connell, we have the test results from your vist.’ ‘OK.’ ‘It seems as though there is a chromosomal defect in your sperm. They are unable to fertilize an egg. Even ICSI. I erupted with my explosion, hot, pulsing, like a cannon, no, a volcano that had no end to passionate magma to shoot forth and Ginger let out a loud moan of feminine pleasure. I rolled off her and laid beside her, totally spent, and locked eyes with Ginger and smiled. Our rejoicing in our shared orgasmic, sexual pleasure was not to last long as with a loud “BANG!!” and violent burst, her bedroom door was instantly thrown open and streams of light from the hallway flooded into the room. I. Right? Look, the party starts tonight at eight. Why don't you come over to dinner with Vivian and me? You don't want to eat alone, do you?"She couldn't believe what she was hearing at first. Did he really expect her to sit at the same table with his wife and eat and be aware of her and the food she had cooked and try to carry on a conversation after what had happened between her and Peter? She thought that he must surely be joking. "You're kidding?" Not at all. Vivian will see you today about. "Holy crap, Amy! How did—how did you—"Then she sucked in her cheeks and I was in heaven. Amy slowly withdrew, exposing my glistening penis as she went. I would have given anything at that moment if she would just let me cum...Then, all of a sudden, she went totally wild, bobbing up and down crazily, gliding her wiggling tongue along my length as she went. Her fingers latched onto my balls and I exploded into her mouth, over and over again."Mmm!" she moaned as my boiling semen splashed against.