I imagined, for a moment, how she would react if I didn't pull out.Perhaps she wouldn't notice right away. Wrapped up in her building climax, I think ...he would only realize what happened as I slowed down after I finished. When I removed my cock, she would feel the hot spunk dripping out of her. "Did you just cum inside me?" she would ask, confused, and irritated. "I told you not to!" Her voice would grow increasingly frantic as she pushed fingers inside herself. Disbelief and outrage would grow. I hadn’t seen Oscar in ages, and so I gave him a hug after he got the smoke alarm switched off and opened some windows. “You look great," he said. “Don’t lie," I replied. “I look a mess. I am hot and sweaty and need a shower.” “Then take a shower, while I cook.” “No offense Oscar, but you’re not cooking. I am cooking. We’ve just seen what happens when you cook.” He blushed and I took the spoon he was holding. “Go get a shower yourself, and I’ll get the sauce going. Perhaps you can boil the. "Uh huh," I agreed. There was no mistaking that my loins were buzzing. When I moved my hips, my vulva felt all buttery."Why, take a look at your old man," Ronnie giggled, pointing at the lump in his jeans. Thad blushed as red as I'd ever seen him."Come on you two. I was thinking about motorcycles until just a minute ago--"Ronnie scooted over to me and cupped a hand so she could whisper in my ear. "Has he ever balled you on that bike?" she asked.At first I didn't know what to say. I'd just never. I was a complete dolt to have waited so long. I didn’t move. I didn’t want that moment to end without savoring every second that I could. Having my cock buried in this beautiful woman, relishing the textures, the heat, the inconceivable wetness of her, was an incredible event. I wanted to catalog it for my memory.Slowly I began to move. Pulling my cock back, enjoying the sensation of the warmth and slippery lubricants, sheathing my turgid pole. Then I would drive back in, driving my cockhead.