Then slowly my fertility started dropping. I produced just as many sperm as before, all as apparently healthy as before, but they just weren't doing t...e job. The number, density, and quality of my sperm cells were not relevant measures of success. What mattered was the number of embryos emerging from a controlled sample of eggs and semen. Various drugs were tried, to no avail, and whenever there was an unpleasant side effect, my fertility dropped to zero.Humanity figuratively worshiped at my. When I post a story, I always include my e-mail address so if someone is turned on by it they can send their thanks for giving them some sexual satisfaction. Most of the messages I get are from men telling me how much their wives enjoy reading or having my stories read to them. It's very rare for me to get a message direct from a woman. But this one was and I read it with interest.In the message, the sender told me that her name was Hazel, that she was sixty five and she'd been divorced for. I said john your sick leave i want to go to sleep and james will be home any minute. as i look further i can see his zipper is open and he has his cock out. i was suprised to see his big hard cock it was so big. i couldnt help myself but it really turned me on . i yelled john leasve now he said no i cant you got to finsh what you started. before i can respond he runs towards me and grabs me i yell what are u doing he said shut up im going to fuck you i know thats what you want. i said no stop. At daybreak Dillon packed his gear on Buddy and saddled Buck. Time to ride on he thought, before I have to shoot any more people. ***************** The previous trek from Amarillo to Albuquerque hadn’t been like a Sunday afternoon ride. It had been almost two weeks of riding from sunup to sun down. Possibly for someone, like Dillon, it was the isolation that was the most difficult part of the journey. To make the trip easier and pass the time, Dillon fell back on a habit he’d picked up during.