As I watched him, he would enter the room slightly but quickly back out again, by now my cock was rock hard inside my shorts as well, wondering more a...d more what Joan was doing and why she letting Rob wank in front of her? I couldn’t take it any more, and thought, instead of just confronting him, I’d let them know I was here first, so I crept back down the stairs to the door. I opened the door and stood there for a few seconds before closing it quite hard and calling to Joan. When I made my. I swallowed, my stomach tensing. “So...is it for sure that I...?”“Knocked me up?” Her voice grew brittle. “No. There's no guarantee your sperm will find my egg. There's a lot of factors from incompatible blood types to acidity levels in my vagina to your sperm's mobility. It's why couples can try for months and months and not conceive. But...”She walked to the couch, dropped her purse and bookbag, and slumped down onto it, her face pale. I closed the front door and followed her. I sat down. .. Mardi Gras.... when a million people come visit my home town to let loose, get drunk and stoned, and flash for beads and more on Bourbon St. Sara and I had been dating for a few months. Things were great and we were about to spend our first Mardi Gras together. It's always weird the first time, because you never know how open or closed they are to the public debautery. Well, I was about to find out with Sara.Of course Mardi Gras is more than just Bourbon Street, and our night started out. This was incredible. I didn’t know what happened to my hymen, but I was glad it was gone because—My bedroom door opened.I whipped my hand out of my pants, fingers ripping from my pussy. My digits gleamed with juices as I looked over my shoulder, cheeks burning. Denise was there. She froze at the sight of me, and then she glanced away.“Just, uh, hot,” I said. “Wanted to change.”“Yeah, me, too,” she said. She closed the door behind her and looked away.I swallowed as she pulled off her blouse. She.