I took another tissue and cleaned myself near my pussy area and even near my boobs. I buttoned myself and sat in the car.At the same time my phone ran... and I picks it up from my handbag which lay beside the driver seat. It was a call my husband, George. I told him that Ill be home in 20 mins. I saw that the police car was almost out of sight now. I thought about this little adventure of mine and shook my head and laughed a little. After 15 mins I reached home and my husband was waiting for me. It was the male’s primary function to keep each of the females pregnant. Remember we had all the time in the world. A female on our planet is fertile for over half of her life. They figured that on earth that would be four to five hundred years. Even allowing for carrying a fetus the normal way; an average female could become pregnant over five hundred times in her life time. Multiply that by eighteen and that gives you an idea as to how many children could be born just to the original landing. "Do YOU masturbate?!" he said, thinking that would shut her up."Yes... I do." she answered simply. "Do you?"So much for THAT idea. But now he was interested in whatever was going on. "Uh... well sometimes... yeah, I guess." He didn't know how to answer this kind of question from his sister."OK. Now... is it ever hard for you to cum when you masturbate?" she asked.This was getting stranger and stranger, but she seemed to be serious so he just answered her."No. Sometimes I cum too fast. I mean it. As I approached it, I saw Carrie and nodded. She gave me a big smile and walked toward me, hand extended to hold mine. On the way home, I told her about my experience in the drug store, conveniently skipping the best part, of course. Other than that, the walk was silent; each of us was thinking about nothing except fucking. Except my mind was a bit more varied in its thoughts than hers must have been.As far as I was concerned, Carrie was now a woman. Damn it, much as I didn't want to think it,.