After several minutes I heard a cough and turned toward it. It was the baseball coach Mr H. Coach H is in his late 50's. I immediately stopped mastu...bating and covered myself up. Coach H says out load “There is no need to stop on my account. It looked like fun.” He comes over and sits next to me. “There is no need to be embarrassed. Masturbation is a natural act. Every one masturbates including me.” Coach H tells me as he slips his hand down to his groin and starts moving it up and. She ended by saying that that Reverend Willis reminds us that all that genetics stuff can always be overruled by the hand of God.I said never mind what the Rev. Willis said, what did the fucking OB/GYN doctor say about it? Corinne and Floyd hemmed and hawed and didn't answer, pleading that they had to give up the phone now to others. They hung up before I could protest.I reserved a time for a call back to the States. Two hours later it was my turn, and so I called all their numbers, one after. No more sex.No more babies.We watched in silence as they showed an in-vitro attempt to fertilize an egg. The scientist placed the sperm on top of the egg but nothing happened.The final speaker was the Director of something they called The Department Of Procreation. His words were stark and unforgiving--the extinction of the human race. I waited, knowing he would be the one to drop the final revelation.Positives.I sighed again! There were more than me: people who could read minds, people who. I was so horny right now. The moment Magnolia walked in with Annalee, I had been creaming my panties. I wiggled my hips more, beckoning.“Come lick my ass. Enjoy it.”“I bet it will taste like gumdrops. Ooh, so sugary good.”With eager delight, the bimbo fell on me, shoving up my skirt over my ass, revealing the satin panties I wore beneath. She pressed her face into the gusset, nuzzling at my pussy. I groaned as her nose pressed the fabric into my sex. Then she licked up it, sliding her tongue up.