“I’ll help you,” Annie said, getting up. “No, you talk to Rachel. I can take care of it,” I said, and headed into the kitchen. Sitting rig...t there in the living room, Adam could easily see me working in the kitchen. I secretly invited Adam into the kitchen. Adam got up from his seat, and came to me while Rachel and Annie were busy in talking to each other. As Adam came into the kitchen, I dragged him to a corner of the kitchen where no one could see us. We didn’t say a word, and started. Yuck, it tasted awful. When I re-entered, I felt like every man on the planet who has ever had to wear a condom, I appreciated the protection but hated that sort of "numb" feeling. I was again becoming aware of my performance and didn't want “Mr softy” to return. I slid back inside her immediately and began some slow and rhythmic thrusts. That seemed to work. With each glide in and out, I tried to be as creative as I could. I contorted, twisted and rotated. I began reacting to her body's. He'd hoped they would pass quickly so that he could avoid any shameful interactions, he continued to hear footsteps above in one of the apartments and the whistling and a shower. He figured it was clear then, though he never heard the door close and was worried that it was that nameless beauty come to reclaim her pantyhose. Thinking of her acusing him, shaming him, calling him a perve had him erect again, his cock pressed up and the stocking fell into the tent that was created in the process. Yet, there was something going on. The air was thick with it. A storm of change was crashing against us and what we had been, relentlessly ripping at it, breaking it, forever twisting it into something new and unknown.I was at war with myself and the implications of these changes. In the end, there was really only one way to respond, for better or worse and I knew it. I hardened my resolve and pushed forward.Taking in a deep breath I held it a moment and let it out in a sad sigh. Then, leaning.