Pretty soon things began to reach a wonderful group experience. The woman started to drip female juices, running out of her and into my mouth. She wou...d stroke my hair and my arms. I could tell she was close. The same is true of the guy. The started talking to one another and it is obvious they wanted to cum at the same time. I was doing everything a sissy slut could do to help that happen. And then it did. The guy started grunting, deep male grunts and that must have been a sign for the woman. Tossing the portfolio on the table, she picked up the TV remote and switched it on. Slipping off the jacket of her blue business suit she hung it on the back of one of the chairs and flopped across the foot of the double bed nearest the TV cabinet. Pulling her knees up and resting her head on her bent arm she aimlessly flipped through all the available channels. Returning to one of the talk shows she put the remote aside. The show had just started. It appeared that the topic had something to do. We were gone through almost the whole afternoon and got back to Will’s at around 5 o’clock. It seemed like no one was home when we got there. Will’s parent’s owned a restaurant and were almost always there into the late evenings and Katie was nowhere to be seen. We hung around the house for a minute and really did nothing. Will got a call a few minutes later from his mom reminding him to run a check out to the restaurant, which was about 15-20 minutes away. He said I could hang around his house. “You ever get a girl pregnant?”“Not yet,” Ethan said. He didn’t tell him that it was only as far as he knew that he never got a woman pregnant. There were, of course, many women with whom he had made love that he had met only one time. If he had impregnated any of them, which, he had to admit, was likely if not inevitable, he might not ever know about it.“Very impressive,” Mr. Turner admitted. He finally let go of it. “I don’t have one half that size.”“Thank you,” Ethan said. He didn’t know how.