”“Of what, marriages?”Tom nodded with a worried look on his face.I balked, “If people in the family find greater happiness by being tied to so...eone else by some vows and a piece of paper, more power to them. In your case, I hope you’ll both still stay in the family. I love you and I love Julie. Every one of the rings we’ve given has had some kind of words to go with it to imply that we don’t expect exclusivity or monogamy or total dedication. The rings are simply met as reminders that there is. I mentioned earlier that my family was on a visit to England right at the time of my sixteenth birthday. My father was giving a paper at an academic conference, and enjoying the local gay scene with our host's equally homosexual husband, while my mother and Mrs. Grantham held a lot of very private discussions about Elizabethan poetry behind a locked bedroom door that seemed to involve an awful lot of bedsheet rustling and loud screaming cries of 'Oh God, lick me harder, I'm about to cum!' at. Hurriedly I found the packet and put it on. I entered into her and what a great feeling it was. She was the soft princess of Kashmir, I was fucking. Great feeling.After 5 minutes of fucking, she said “wait I will come on top” and then she told me to remove the condom. She fucked me for about 5 minutes. Then she was out. I fucked her for about half an hour and was exhausted. After the session I was about to sleep she just told me not to sleep, took me in her arms and tried to love me with. Last thing I wanted was a pregnant teen on my hands.Wendy and I went to the movies again the following Friday night and basically repeated what had happened the first time except that she went down on my cock as soon as she had a good cum and sucked me a bit longer before I spurted my stuff. We talked a bit afterwards and I told her I wanted to fuck her. She balked at that but smiled when I said. "Not here in the car. I want you to come to my house after school Monday so we can do it proper.".