..it will only take a second..." I pleaded with panic in my voice as I waited for him to decide. Would he impale me on his hard young cock unprotected... pumping his fertile young seed into my womb? Or would he allow me to get some protection for him, and myself?After four or five seconds of silence with his young cock throbbing just inside the very wet opening of my pussy, he lifted me off and set me down. "I guess It’s for the best. It wouldn’t be good you getting pregnant, would it mum"Thank. Anyway I'm proud of my boobs. At 34C I think they are just about perfect. They are the same size of Marilyn Monroe and Britney Spears! I don't really need a bra now, but my mom tells me that I should wear one most of the time so that when I'm her age, they will still stand out and not sag down to my knees - gross!Anyway, a little before 11 o'clock we started a game of twister. I love twister, I'm very athletic, and slim (5 foot 6, 118 pounds) always seem to win with right hand on yellow. I took. But there was more in store. I pulled her panties aside and stroked her lips. They were slick and swollen. Tina breathed to me, “Touch me between my slit and my ass. Very lightly, tease me.” My middle finger caressed her perineum with light, featherlike touches. She felt so soft and smooth yet with a strong ribbon of tendon just under the skin’s surface. I played with Tina; it was intoxicating to feel her reach toward my finger yet denying her any pressure other than the lightest, teasing. I smiled at this thought and turned the music up louder. After 20 minutes of curvy street roads I was home. To my own place. He never wanted to move in together. That was another argument. But in the end it was a good decision and less of a hassle. I opened the door to a neatly ordered home. Wood floors, light colored walls and windows opened to let the breeze in. I liked it light and open. Visitors could see the woods through my back windows in the living room. The open kitchen was to right of.