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An Old Friend

... liked, but her innocence made me reluctant to ask her to reciprocate, along with my fear that I wouldn't get hard or achieve orgasm from it. In time, she helped me relax to a point where I could let her incredible little body, with the most perky 32B breasts and juicy bubble butt arouse me to semi-hardness. Our sex evolved into cunnilingus and mutual fondling, mixed with the occasional missionary penetration when I could sustain an erection. She became quite adept at jerking me off, so we seemed to settle into a rhythm that worked, although I always hated myself for not being able to achieve the rock hard erections I could when alone. Although my penis was rather slender and not massive, I knew that when I masturbated alone it would stretch to it's full five inch length, which wasn't grossly below average. However, Lisa never would see it in more than about a three to four inch semi-erect state, which added to my feelings of inadequacy. I took a job locally after I graduated so that we could continue to live together while she finished her senior year. We really worked great together, &#034playing house&#034 as we used to call it, and after she graduated we decided to get married. I can say that at that time I felt the most fulfilled in my life, and within a year after marrying, I had the confidence to land a great engineering position with a company in Los Angeles. Lisa had completed her teaching certificate requirements while we lived in Washington, so it was easy for her ...

... to land a job in LA as well. We found a nice house and decided to start working on a f****y, but didn't take it too seriously, as we were excited to be making real money, buying furniture and feeling like adults. It was probably about two years after Lisa stopped taking the pill that I knew there was a problem. Maybe it took me so long to recognize because I was just in denial, but then it became the elephant in the room that neither of us discussed. A couple more years passed, and I could see Lisa looking jealously at our friends having babies. The nagging from her mother about a grandc***d slowly increased, but I could see she was doing her best to not let it cause problems between us. Despite her efforts, I could feel her pain, so finally I brought it up while we were at her 10th high school reunion in Portland. She was 28, surrounded by friends who talked incessantly about their k**s, and I just realized that I owed it to her to admit we had an issue. After we got back to LA, we visited a fertility doctor, who informed us that the problem was with me. A combination of a very low sperm count and slow swimmers made it unlikely that I would get her pregnant. Lisa looked emotionless as the doctor talked about options, including adoption and in vitro fertilization. It wasn't until we got home that she broke down and cried in my arms, saying that she has always dreamed of the whole experience of creating life through love and feeling that life grow inside her womb. She didn't ...