The pair rolled over and over on the floor, locked in a deep kiss, hands running over each others bodies, squeezing at breasts and bums, until finally...Jenny’s hand found the waist of Emma’s jeans.“Now let’s have these off!” she squealed, pulling at the top button to force it apart. As she tugged the denims off Emma’s legs, a pair of plain white panties preserved her modesty for a few moments longer. Jenny placed her fingers to the other girl’s mound and stroked the material, sensing the tight. She began to drop hints that she wanted me to come see her dance, and possibly more.I was in her part of town working for two weeks just talking back and forth unable to get away from work to see her. Finally on my last night in town everything came together. She wasn’t dancing, and I had a free evening. The night we planned on meeting I went out to dinner and drinks with some friends while waiting for Ariel to arrive. She finally got there and I met her outside the hotel. We ran out and. I had been stunned by Sandy having worn her diaphragm and what it meant. This time she had also put her diaphragm in because she wasn’t sure that the pill was effective yet, but there was no question that she needed protection because she was going to be ‘made,’ as she called it the first time. However, unlike that traumatic waiting I went through, sitting in the study watching traffic going by, this time she was going to call from the bathroom before they left. So, I drove home, watched TV and. IdlyI wondered how large I could go.Vicki took me home, and after a few days of convalescing, I was my old,or rather new, self once more. After my stitches came out, it wasanother week or so before Vicki and I got to try out my newconfiguration. Sex still felt really great, and plenty of cum still cameout. It did seem to be a little clearer, and less milky than before, butwe both thought the taste was a little better for some reason. As theweeks went on, my penis didn't get quite as hard as.