I leaned back still inside her and pulled her chest to mine as we fucked and she suddenly went rigid and her fingers dug into my back. “Fuck me you ...astard I have to feel your cock explode in my fucking cunt!” she screamed again as I felt her fingernails dig into my back.I continued and she rocked her hips against me keeping her clitoris against my pubic bone. She lost muscle control as she again screamed out at the top of her lungs as she orgasmed and I felt my own orgasm close. I thought of. .. he’s wearing the cock ring. How can he come?” Jess asked like an inquisitive seven-year-old asking why the sky is blue.“He can’t. It’ll leave him with blue balls, but it’ll ease the sensitivity long enough for you to shave him without him suddenly spasming while you have a razor to his business.” Heather thought of everything.“Grab his balls and start playing,” Heather continued.Jess did so and despite the good feeling, I didn’t relish what was going to happen.I was already very aroused so. " Oh wow. I, um. I guess I'll be having a lot of babies, maybe, but this still feels special. Thank you." Oh thank you, thank you so much. Please go save the world. But maybe think of me sometimes?" Mark kissed Trudy, his hand wandering over her still flat belly,"I will, promise." Even when you have other visitors here?" If it's ok with you. Maybe this is asking too much, but..." She looked him in the eye, hoping, "When they leave. Would you come stay with me, for companionship?" Yes, yes!" No. Then another voice spoke."Gentlemen, your attention please!"It was Gerard. His costume and bearing were magnificent without being ostentatious. The hubbub died away."Gentlemen, may I present to you Miss Daisy March, who is to perform for us one of her most affecting tableaux. Her grace and artistry are without parallel. Tonight she will evoke, through the medium of dance, the sad plight of a young shepherdess whose beau has gone for a soldier, to take up arms against the cursed Frenchies." A.