We had a good time with him. We just took showers to clean up for you.”Dave looked over the two women. He’d been with Emma many times since she fi...st showed up at the Circle as part of Marie Thereaux’s anthropology class. Barbara Nelson had gotten Marie to hold the class at the Circle for a bit of ‘show and tell’ regarding what she was working on for her doctoral degree. Emma was so taken with the place, she never left – at least philosophically.Carla was a different story. He’d met her a year. Mara smiled."That was a big load for you!" The way she said that it was a compliment, and I smiled back at her as the intensity of the orgasm began to fade quickly; as it always seemed to do."Thanks," I said, looking down at it as it glistened on her bulging tummy.Where perhaps most men would have been sad, or even frustrated to see their own sperm, their 'genetic heritage' being deliberately, purposefully 'wasted', cast aside, dispensed with in such a manner, I did not share those emotions. I. Sarah had come here when she was ten, a year after the plague had struck, when New Haven was first being settled. Up until then she had been cared for by Diane, a young woman who said she had just found her wandering in the street one day. Apparently, they were the only two people to have survived in their entire town, wherever that had been, Sarah couldn’t remember. They came to New Haven together and, at first, their new life seemed a lot like their old one. The two of them were. Summers asks, glancing over at the two of you sitting on the bench."Sure thing, Mom," Jerry nods, hopping up eagerly to help her.You join him, gathering up the scattered bats and balls, all the time sneaking glances at Mrs. Summers. She's wearing short white shorts today, showing off her toned and tanned legs to good effect, the white shorts tight enough that you're pretty sure you can see her panty line through the sheer nylon. With the three of you working, you have all the equipment gathered.