It got to the point I saw panic in Marshal's eyes when I told him I was ready to go to bed. I guess I wore him out. But after months of not conceiving...I nagged him again to see a doctor. The news was devastating. The chemotherapy had reduced Marshal's sperm count significantly. We kept trying, less frequently though. We limited our sex to once a week in order to build up his sperm, but even that didn't work.When I celebrated my 38th birthday, I was depressed. No matter how hard Marshal and Jeff. “I want both of you to kneel here” I told them indicating the spot just in front of me.Both of them moved into position kneeling with my crotch in line with their faces.“Now momma I want you to release my cock ... pull my shorts down carefully”.With some hesitation she pulled down my shorts releasing my cock with my shirts falling to around my ankles where I stepped out of them. Melody picked them up and placed them on my desk on top of her mothers dress.“Take it momma ... grab it ... feel it. ....On the way back to my car while on a slightly busy freeway my friend puts on some R&B (bump and grind), which I had no idea had the effect it did on her mood. She started to grab and rub her thighs while she griped the handle above the passenger side door tightly. I put my hand on her thigh and asked if she was ok, she replied I'm fine just don't touch me which caught me off guard because she had never told me anything like before all the while looking like she was about to loose it.So as. " Her heart skipped a beat. This could be an informant. She doubted if it was safe to go meet some stranger. She is nervous about this, but remembering her slump, her editor could terminate her if she could not produce something.Against her instincts, she decided to go meet this stranger and walked towards Pipeline Bar.Standing outside the door of Pipeline Bar, she can tell that there are few, to no people inside. Breathing nervously, she entered the bar. As she guessed, there was no one inside.