“Well, the only way I’m fucking you for the next two years is with a condom and the diaphragm, unless you agree to have either an IUD fitted or an...implant.”“No!” she said, “but I’ll go on the pill if you insist. That way we can still fuck bareback.”“Not acceptable, sweetheart,” I replied. “Too easy to forget to take a pill – or six.”She looked mulish. “We’ll see. We’ll see just how long you can go without, because I won’t have an IUD or implant, and if you keep this up, I might refuse to use. She nodded. "Yes, I just declared this year, though I've known what I wanted to do since I was a girl. There's just something about being on stage that's so thrilling!"Strolling over to her, I said "I imagine there is. Hold still a moment, would you?"She nodded. My hand caressed her soft cheek, roamed to trace her lower lip. Moving downwards, it ran down her beautiful neck and began to follow her collarbone. I slipped it behind her and untied the bikini top. Her large breasts bounced as they. In total a 90 minute love making session took place, 3 sperm deposits.When he was spent she had him clasp her hands over her head and had him lift his legs on top of her legs, thus having his full weight resting on her body. They slowly and deeply kissed, he asked her what are the odds of her getting pregnant? She said "at 59 the odds aren't great, but your being only 18 I imagine your sperm is very potent, so we'll have to wait and see. I delivered my last baby 19 years ago at age 40. Wouldn't. Pinning me to the wall, with his body, his knee between my legs- he nudged me until I moaned. My heart began to race as if trying to come up through my mouth again, as he stifled me with another kiss. Lapping at my tongue like a dog thirsty for water. His left hand moved from my neck and began to tug at the buttons on my T shirt. Our foreheads touched and our eyes stayed connected as he popped the buttons off my shirt until it gaped open revealing my erect nipples and boxers. In one swift.