Actually the combined feeling of the sperm jetting up close to my cervix and knowing that there is a chance I could get knocked up(especially by a hea...y hung black stud) causes me to have some of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced in my life. Making sure my diaphram was properly in place and my outfit was slutty enough to attract lots of attention,I started out on my adventure.Hitting the streets wearing a low-cut top showing a lot of cleavage and short denim shorts,the kind that. After dinner, massaging my full belly, I said, “I cannot believe you’re such a great cook. And the cake? That was delightful.”“Because I’m a man?” he asked.“Probably. Men can cook, if they want, and those who cook are great, but generally, they are not into baking cakes. At least for my personal experience,” I replied. Personal experience, like I had a horde of men in my life.We cleared the table and together we washed the dishes, talking some more.“You know,” I said, finishing drying the. I hesitated since this had always been the cornerstone of our sexual agreement between the two of us that condoms would always be used. My husband reminded me that we do have several friends that are allowed to have unprotected sex with me and that I thoroughly enjoy. I sat there for a few moments thinking and then the image of the innocent Brad popped into my mind. He seemed so vulnerable and helpless. The idea that he would have an STD was unthinkable. I told my husband I would do it this one. "South. You?"He saw her eye his groin, and wasn't sure whether she was being literal or figurative. "West," he replied. "But would it be too much to say I'd follow you to the ends of the Earth?"She chewed on that for a moment, and he got a smile from her. She chuckled and gave him a rewarding hair flip, giving him a chance to check out her full breasts. They sloshed and jiggled in her tight dress in reaction to the motion.He leaned in closer to her. "My name is..." I really don't care," she.