Full, flaring hips, round and succulent from behind, her ass like the lobes of a ripe peach, all the visual signals that shout “FERTILITY!” and �...FEMALE!” to me. A member of the “nubility” as it were. Between her legs, the ultimate prize. What is it about a woman’s slit that can bring strong men to their knees? It’s just a little fold, the vulva round and smooth, because she is shaved, but there’s almost nothing to it at all, yet it is what we men fight wars for, fight each other for, are. God knows he's happy, if maybe a bit confused, maybe a little bit in the dark; but he can't argue with her. He's fucking thrilled. She'd milked his cum out of him like a pulp romance harlot two nights ago. He lay in a heap on top of her for a few minutes afterwards like a steam train at rest on the tracks, huffing and blowing out steam while his spent cock pulsed to pump the last of his seed into her wet, open sex.She was testing him and herself. It was a funny analogy, but she couldn't get it. As of that morning, and not including Stacy and the other women who were carrying pre-comet children in their wombs, there were nineteen confirmed pregnancies, including Chrissie's, and more than twenty suspected ones. Janet, who had run out of birth control pills at impact+20 days, was among them, her period now more than a week late."Amen to that," Matt agreed. His wife Maureen was one of the confirmed ones. He pulled the portable radio from his pocket and keyed it up. "Brett, Jason, you. She's been gone about ten minutes and won't be back for a couple of hours." As long as you're sure," I said looking back down at his hand and cock. I watched as a bead of pre-cum rolled onto his fingers.I was back from the fridge, beer in hand, in seconds. Putting the can down on a coaster on the coffee table (Jane, Paul's wife, would kill me if I marked the top). I watched Paul's cock as I undid my shorts and let them drop to the floor. My cock was at half-mast, and I know it was not due to.