. . and I can’t wait to show you. Why don't you stand up so we can get you out of those shorts?” Without any hesitation, Emma stood up in front of...me, quivering slightly. She was trying to act cool, but I knew she was nervous. Actually, so was I. Snapping the button on her denim shorts, I pulled down the zipper, and then tugged them over her narrow hips until they fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them and I tossed them into the corner along with mine. Emma was now dressed in just her. I could feel great ropes of sperm flying out of my dick into the back of her mouth. She swallowed, increasing the sensation on my cock. As my orgasm started to fade, I looked back down at her, cleaning the last remnants of cum from my cock. She stood up, and we kissed again. I wasn’t put off by the fact I had just spurted into her mouth. In fact, I was even more turned on. Taking the initiative, I picked up her lithe body, placing her gently on the desk. She lay back on her elbows, still with. That night I didn't sleep all that well, and I'm not entirely sure that Marta did, either. I tossed and turned quite a bit thinking about Omar, and the other two African men that I hoped would (between the three of them) impregnate Marta. I was naturally nervous, as well as excited; and I know that Marta felt the same. How could we not? We were about to take a huge, huge step! But we were not wavering in our commitment to see this idea through.Omar was older than either Marta or I, but he had. ”Now that was an interesting revelation. Kara had talked to her, at least in general terms, about having sex. It really didn’t surprise me once I thought it through. If Kara knew what Sandy was asking for, she would have probably talked about how good her first time was. That told me that Sandy had thought about it in advance. But it also gave me a slightly uncomfortable feeling.“I’m really not sure about this,” I said, “but let’s say I agree. What about birth control?”“I have no idea what.