Do you remember that it takes both an egg and some sperm to do that?” She nodded. “Well then, birth control is simply making sure that one or the ...ther isn’t around during sex. Then it is just for fun, and you already know it can be a lot of that.”He continued, giving her tit a gentle squeeze, “Right now, you might have an egg ready, although that happens for only a few days during your menstrual cycle. However, I have no sperm. After the kids were born I had a simple operation that stops them. ” He gave me that strange smile again and said, “After you are converted, I will edit the auto log and then finish the story. Then I will make sure that your parents are able to read it.”He gave me a big, genuine smile and said, “I can even post it on your favorite story sites if you would like that.”For the first time in weeks, I actually smiled. “Yes,” I said, “I would like that.”“We need to go to my lab,” he said once we reached the end of the bridge. He pointed to my car and said, “I will. I told her I imagined what it would be like when we kissed, what her breast would feel like and how her pussy would taste! You could cut the sexual tension with a knife! She told me so many amazing things but when she told me that she was a squirter I forgot everything she told me!It was time for the bar to close and she was too drunk to drive so since the bar was close to my house I brought her home. The whole time we were flirting nothing too serious but we were doing our best to try and. The ceiling fan above me gave some cooling effect to the room and as I turned my head towards Sharmin, she was sweeping the floor bent over all the way since the brush like broom they use in Bangladesh which they call (jaru) was very short in length, so she had to bend over all the way to sweep the floor and I watched her in her tight reddish-orange salwar kameez with flowery patterns, sweeping the floor. She approached me while I watched her from the low lying bed I was lying on, she came real.