"I remember a time when I was about nine years old. I was supposed to sell scout cookies door to door. Dad didn't want me to go alone, particularly on...streets that were a couple of blocks from home. I knew he was struggling with work and I didn't want to disturb him. He tried to hide his problems from us, but we could hear him muttering to himself in his office about deadlines and stuff."I waited until Saturday when I knew you would be at home to ask you to take me out to sell cookies. You told. “Hope you find what you are looking for,” said the young woman as she rushed off to catch her taxi. Tom and I deliberated as to what we should do. “Manchester,” said Tom, “bit far for an outfit.” “Well, you do want me to look my best,” I said, giving Tom one of my pouting looks. Tom always falls for it and said, “Yes of course I do,” giving me a hug and a kiss. The following week, Tom rang me to say that he was due a couple of day’s holiday, and did I fancy a trip. My first orgasm hit with a force I couldn't believe, and then another was building up and it was stronger than the first, and then a third one was building and he grabbed my hips and shoved as deep as he could and exploded into me. This explosion set me off with a tremendous orgasm that continued and continued until I collapsed on his chest. We just lay there basking in our enjoyment for the longest time.Then a terrible thought hit me! I had his baby juice inside me and I panicked. I couldn't. "Talking to you and relaxing here in the tub had made me feel a lot better."Reaching out a hand toward Jason, she wiggled it a little and he quickly got the idea she wanted some help. Standing there in the tub, dripping wet, she took the safety rail in one hand, the other firmly held by Jason and stepped out onto the bath mat."Well. I do feel better, but thank you for helping me get up. I'm not sure in this condition if I can safely levitate myself."Jason reached her robe for her and as she.