I wanted to cum because I knew that made him happy. He loved to love me. My body tensed and arched as a quiet scream left my mouth and a single tear r...lled from the corner of my eye. ‘That’s it baby, let it go.’ ‘Oh God Jonathan, you feel so good. I want to feel you cum inside me.’ He reared back and plunged solidly into my depths, letting out a low guttural moan. Pulsing inside me I felt his hot cum flooding my body. Exhausted and drained he collapsed on top of me while we lay panting. He. She fell asleep in my arms but I was having a hard time sleeping. I still didn't know how I felt about this scenario. I felt sure that Stacy was willing to help me fulfill my fantasy but what would happen afterwards? Would she still be attracted to me? Would she still love me? How would I feel afterwards?The next morning Stacy didn't mention our conversation and I didn't bring it up either. In fact, we didn't discuss it for the next two weeks, but then on Friday we were out at a bar and Stacy. . It wasn't her sin!People in America are in general very sexist and frustrated. Sex is sin, clearly!People disgust the girls being abused by guys, as they were famous sports students.People on the board of that University care about their reputation: blame the girl.People think it's always her own fault, if a tasty teen is abused by her 'friends'.So much to say that I understood her motives. If she can't trust her man, be lesbian!How happy or wise her decision was is another matter ... I might. "Yes, ma'am," he yelped, leaping to his feet."Go home. Get some sleep. Come back tomorrow." But, my wife," he protested."Her?" the nurse laughed, pointing a finger at the lumpy form lying motionless under a pink hospital blanket. "We gave her a sedative that'll keep her under till morning. There's nothing you can do here tonight." Where's the baby?" he asked, peering over the bed-rails as though he expected to find the newborn on the pillow beside her mother."In the nursery, where she's.