I started kissing her left nipple. I sucked on it. She apparently got impatient with me as she used her hands to move my head to her right nipple and ...hen to her mouth. Finally eye to eye she told me to penetrate her. ''What about protection?'' I asked.''You're a virgin, so you're most likely clean,'' she laughed, ''and I can promise you I'm clean too and too old too get pregnant.''I was in no mood to question her. I slid my dick into her pussy. Entering her was no challenge as she had gotten. Thorn again, saw her big breasts and her long legs, and the way her slender waist fit in his hands and the way her butt pressed against his groin when she bent over. His penis spasmed and he grunted. It felt too good to stop. His hand moved faster. He moaned as his hand pumped. His penis spasmed again and he groaned and opened his eyes. He started to cum and his stuff shot out the end. His penis spasmed again and more stuff shot out. It was white and thick and splattered on the floor. He stared. He leaned over the toilet and thanked Becca for being the one exceptional girl who generously overlooked the male fondness of keeping the toilet lid open while the caustic contents of his stomach were already passing his lips in high pressure-cleaner-like jets. He screamed in pain with every renewed tidal wave and there were a good dozen. This, again, made him question human physiology, the laws of physics and how much spare volume there really was in his abdomen.As he was still gasping,. He didn't say a word and the footsteps retreated. It was a verylong time before he finally spoke out loud."They did it," he whispered. "It's real."He didn't dare talk louder. He knew his voice would not be the one he wasused to. Even at a whisper, it scared him. Dropping his eyes, he noticedhis hands and was suddenly struck by them. He examined them minutely,rubbing the dainty fingers and soft palms. These hands were his, theymoved when he asked them to move, but they weren't his. They.