Very, very pretty to a 14-year-old boy; me. I stared. Both had sandy blond hair. One had shoulder-length, the other even longer. They giggled to thems...lves and were still holding hands. I thought that was kinda cute. They both had on the pleated skirts and buttoned shirts of our school uniform, being that we attended a school that made everyone wear the same styles; boys in white shirts and ties with long pants and girls in dark knee-length skirts and white blouses.Though, those skirts seemed. ”“I have gleefully ensperminated you half a dozen times,” I said. “You didn’t seem to mind even a little bit.”“Do you suppose we could en...”“Sperminate,” I said, helpfully.“En-sperminate ... the inside of a condom, when it comes to her?”“I would be willing to do that. While the idea of enpreginating you makes me want to do that right this instant, I realize it’s easier to only have one baby in the house at a time.”“You have to stop making up words,” said Hannah. “You’re starting to sound like. Maybe I just wanted to give my husband a good time. Frank leveled a flat look at her. And thats why you bought a new nighty? It has nothing to do with the fact that you thought of some sexy, new way for us to have fun? Her grin turned wicked. I had the most deliciously naughty idea, she whispered in his ear, her breath warm, her tongue lightly grazed his earlobe as she talked. His cock began to respond to her lazy strokes. He felt like they were back in college, lying in his dorm after an hour. He was waiting for the post, out of work he had tried (at least he had gone through the motions of trying, he knew better than get a job, and sweat for a living), no matey he was bright enough to at least fain dimness, and play along as a prize come weekend for the raffle and did it to appease aunty) so as I said he had outwardly tried everything for a job, with help, he had written, applied, walked the streets desperately pretending to try to get a job but with his qualifications it was not.