She is clean and she wants your sperm inside her."I heard that and it brought me back to reality. Rubbers. Condoms. No condoms. My God! I could catch ... sexual disease! I knew I could not get pregnant but what about herpes, HIV, Gonorrhea and all those other things? How many men fucked me? How many men did I suck off? Are they trying to kill me?Despite this going through my mind, I kept rubbing my clit and slowly bouncing up and down on the two rubber cocks. I could feel tears running down my. Dave rang the door bell, the sounds of Dean Martin drifted through the door , my parents had the same L.P seemingly constantly on their record player at home. The music grew louder as the door was opened by a grey haired woman in her late 50's , " David! Lovely to see you, and you must be Antonia! " She ushered us in and motioned us to enter an extravagantly decorated lounge. Looking around I saw four men sitting drinking what looked like whisky, They all looked to be in their late 50's or. "Tell me that you want me to fuck you hard, bitch." I don't say anything and the longer I stay quiet, the angrier he gets. "Won't say it?" I don't answer. All I do is stare at him, feeling afraid, horny, and ashamed."Okay, we'll play it your way," he says, moving away from between my legs. I panic, not wanting him to stop when I'm so close to getting what I want. "Please David, don't," I beg. "Say it then," he says, smirking. "I-I want..." You want? What do you want, Mel?" I want you..." You. She scooted back to give me room to turn around, and I saw her trade a furtive glance with Martha. Ronnie lay back with one arm draped over her forehead and the other across her smooth tummy and hip bones. She had a languid look on her face, her eyes sleepily voluptuous, and I smiled back bashfully when I saw her eyes glance at my bobbing cock as I turned toward her. I shifted to my other side and made a big show of wetting my hands with lotion, noticing that they trembled slightly. I hoped the.