So with these plans in mind, we dispersed for the night.We were able to take our sponge baths and there was ample warm water from our makeshift water ...eater. I poured the soiled water into the buckets from the bath sink and poured it down our old soak well. Then washed the buckets out, and refilled them.We then retired to the bedroom. Hild looked and acted a lot better now, but she said she was still very sore. It did not stop her though of fooling around when we got into bed. When she stripped. She would have to insert it up into her pussy to keep from getting pregnant when I would cum in her pussy. It was now several months later. Being a young and always now a thoroughly horny sixteen year old with all the lust that I could muster, ma insisted that we only fuck three times a week. She said that she had to give her pussy a little rest from all the banging that I had been giving her. It was now summer time, I had put on some weight and my muscles had begun to develop. My cock was. I dropped my jacket and tie on a chair and went off to the bathroom. Ohura disappeared into her Japanese bedroom -- presumably it had a futon.I undressed but left my new expensive cream shirt on, for decency sake. I returned and sat on the bed to await developments. Ohura came in. She had obviously taken her bra off and left her blouse undone. She plonked herself on my lap. I put one hand around her back and the other I slide into her blouse and gently fondled her lovely round firm breasts.. “Ok, clever clogs,” she retorted. “What’s your wonderful solution?”“See,” David said. “You’re getting worked up and she isn’t even here!”Celia deflated. “Sorry,” she said penitently.“How about if I say your name when you’re getting worked up? Then all you have to do is stop. You don’t have to win the argument with her.”Which is what happened. Celia stopped in mid flow, and a minor miracle happened in the intervening silence.“Well, perhaps you’re right,” said her mother. “Darling, I had hopes.