Since that first time, Jess has been pouring his hot spunk into my pussy. I am worried because Jess refuses to wear a rubber and I am not on the pill....I know it is just a matter of time until Jess fertilizes me. One afternoon my Mom was out of the house. As usual, Jess came into my room and he stripped down. I was now staring at his huge, black dick. Jess has to be at least nine inches long and his rod is thick as my wrist. Don't ask me how I manage to take all that cock. Jess likes for me to. After a little while, Kris said to me, “Ready for more, champ?” I replied, out of breath, with a weak “yeah” and a nod. “Well, smoke 'em if you got 'em!” With this, Kris began to make out with me and we started necking heavily on the floor until my dick started getting hard again. I couldn't believe it: two completely naked people making out and fucking in a video store. “Fuck me.” Kris said with her pussy completely wet and a husky voice. I was more than happy to comply with this request as. Only after he had put away his laundry did he even think of leaving a note for her on the washing machine she had been using. By the time he had gone back down with his own Post-It note with his name and a message thanking her again, the washing machine had already been emptied.Back in the apartment, he had regarded her note again like it was Cinderella’s lost slipper. She hadn’t told him her apartment number; no phone number to call. She had probably just been trying to be friendly. As he. “And that was enough for me....when we did make love. I just wished it could have been more often!" "You sound like you were really frustrated with Jim!" "I often was. I was frustrated by the lack of intimate contact with him through seventeen years of my marriage. I can count on the fingers of one hand, the number of times my husband and I ever had sex. Including only one time, for about thirty minutes, on our entire week-long honeymoon. Jim never once brought me to orgasm in that entire.