Much the same as with my wife and when she cums.The pressure against my prostate had put an endless stream of precum onto the sheet. I ignored the mes... as I reached under with my right hand, and began to masturbate.“That's right, babe,” Nancy softly said as she continued banging me. “Make sure you get off.”We had a rhythm for these sessions that worked very well. Her steady thrusting matched my shorter strokes, as the mild buzzing sound of the vibrator filled my ears.“Roll over,” she told me. “Where, and when?” I asked quietly.“Can you meet me at ‘The Breakfast House’, about three this afternoon?” Joyce asked.I took a breath and let it out.“Ok. I’ll be there.”“Good, we can compare notes. But Roy. I am not liking this at all.”“Me either Joyce. I hope I am wrong. God, I hope I am wrong.”“Me too!!” Then she hung up. Chapter two: Lunch I arrived early and sat by myself thinking over the last three months. Nothing added up in my head. I hoped that, together, Joyce and I could make some. Laura blushes. She can't help but notice the animal'shuge cock. It hangs eighteen inches between his hind legs. Arthur sees herembarrassment and explains that Emperor can smell one of the mares that happensto be in heat. "I plan to have Emperor service her tomorrow afternoon," he whispers to Laura. "Perhapsyou'll be able to give him a hand, so to speak. I think you'll find it veryeducational." Arthur smiles wickedly while his niece blushes. The Master of Singing Nettles ushers his guests. I know. God help me, Steve, I didn't try to do it either. But it happened, and we have to deal with it, ok? Don't flake out on me..."The butterflies in my stomach all of a sudden froze over, and sunk to my feet as I realized a fact that I hadn't thought about. "Oh my god, Kaitlin... what if you're pregnant... what if..."She cut me off there before I could babble too much on. "I said DON'T flake out on me, Thompson! And it's a good thing that you've thought about it. Luckily, my mom arranged for.