Within a few strokes, I could feel the spit being replaced by her juices. She was already coming. Everything that happened before was happening for ... different reason – her squirming, the buckling of her legs, her rasping breath…When I judged that she had passed her peak, I emptied her of the replica. My cock was still throbbing and it was time that she felt the real thing. Part two.I bent her over and forced her face into the small pile of clothes on the towel. Her ass was perfectly. ”“How? Let’s have a sex party, invite some of your friends over and they can all fuck me. If we do that for a couple of weeks maybe I’ll get lucky and get pregnant.”“Yeah, I’m serious. It’s the natural way of getting knocked up,”“It would not be fucking for pleasure, no, I have a goal, and a few good cum injections just might get me there.”“I don’t have to have orgasms, but a couple wouldn’t bother me.”“Glory hole, my ass sticking out, they can cum in me and never see my face, they won’t know. Still more protests but I silenced her, took the gift and draped it across her neck. “Please, just wear it for tonight.” And fastened the clasp. To look at her was to look at a painting that had just received the masterstroke and she leaned into me and kissed me fully on the lips lingering for more time than was necessary. I was glad she liked it. The ball itself was in full swing and all eyes, some of them familiar, were upon us as we made our entrance. I was deeply embarrassed and was glad. " She stroked faster and faster, sliding her hands over his shaft like there was no tomorrow. "I want you to blast all over me, cover me in your cum!" He was nearly there, his cock was locked and loaded, about to shoot all over her. "Cum for me Allen, cum all over me Allen. Allen, cum for me! Allen! Allen! Allen!" Allen?" Miss Montgomery whispered in his ear. Shit, it was all just a fantasy: well not all of it, he did have a massive erection the size of which could make Ron Burgundy blush. "You.