I imagine her reaction as she realizes I'm about to cum and I'm not pulling out. She would protest weakly, "No... wait... don't cum inside... oh god..... don't cum in me... oh fuck... oh that feels good." Her legs would be wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper even as she half-heartedly objected.When she felt the heat of my orgasm, it would trigger her own. I imagine her pussy clenching around me. Her mouth would be hanging open, eyes closed tightly, moaning in pleasure. Her cunt would. She knew she aroused him, but she couldn’t understand his reluctance. After a few minutes of awkward silence, he spoke. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he asked her to turn around, wiping the tears off her cheeks. He hugged her close, once again repeating himself that there was nothing wrong. He wasn’t ready. Burying her face in his chest, he cuddled her for a while. He was hard. She had no idea how much he wanted her, but every time he thought about sex he’d begin to go flaccid. He wanted. Also he didn’t see being with Rachel as being a bisexual act. Rachel acted like a girl, she lived her life as a girl, so in essence she was a girl, despite what sort of equipment she had between her legs. So she may be shoveling her cock into his ass, but he is still having sex with a girl.The boy stayed on his back as the two girls changed position. His sight was blocked out as Samantha sat down on his face, the boys tongue going into her cunt hole that just a moment ago was filled with his. ......take that plate of butter of the table.............I'm going to sit on it..............just sit on it....for a little while........"She had taken off her shoe and was reaching her foot into his lap from the other side of the table...... know my stories make you hard.........I love that." "We can still play with words and vibrators and stuff....fuck HIV........fuck AIDS..........I'm going to tell you this story while we are dressed up so nice.........I want you to unzip, take your cock out.