Suddenly, as he piled the pillows beneath my navel and lightly pressed my head down to the remaining pillow with a start I recalled my very first lesson in sex, that very first time when as a young girl a friend and I watched a male dog mount a bitch “so they can make puppies,” my more aware friend said. The easy silence that followed our passion and our laughter allowed quiet contemplation. You must have an infinite supply of sperm, Paul. Sensing my real purpose, Paul then joined in with “no, I’m fine, Mom, I’m good. When he returned to my bedroom he found me standing by the bed, surveying the state of its sheets. Sexual decisions, obviously. But my contraceptive pills did not take effect until the following Monday, so we relied on a supply of condoms that Paul miraculously had sourced. Where did it come from?”
My breathing had still not returned to normal. Without discussing it I led him into my bedroom. Soak her womb with your seed.
