Her pussy was more trimmed than Kim's, but she had dark hair so what pubic hair she had really stood out. After about 20 minutes of very enjoyable 69-...ng, Sara said, "I can't believe how slutty this is, but it is St. Patrick's Day, you wanna make it two in one day?" I responded, "Are you k**ding? I was happy you didn't kick me out the minute you saw and smelled my dick?" I entered her as quickly as I could thinking she was probably going to change her mind. I remember we both got into it. But, I remember thinking that I was spraying my cum right where it needed to be. Like I said, somehow I knew that she had an egg in there, and I probably sprayed my cum right on it. That was when my cockhead popped all the way through her inner-hole. My god, the pressure was so intense. It was like there was a rubber-band squeezing at the base of my cockhead. It was so tight that when my next spurt of cum came, it couldn’t get out of my cock. There’d been a moment of silence, but then we. I made a note of the next mention of a "safe" date and decided to watch her from the bar over the road from the kara-oke place near the basketball court. And I remember masturbating myself that afternoon, while she was still taking mass, over the very pair of striped shorts she'd worn on our first night of sex together. Annabelle left on her own about midnight that next Saturday night, so I went on waiting and waiting for Chi-chi and her "lover" to emerge. She finally came out about 30. Suddenly, I can cure my own hangovers in a heartbeat, just by wishing them away. You once cured a hangover of mine, I remember, by simply tapping me on the shoulder, the pain was gone in seconds. This mental anguish you’ve caused me, though, it won’t go away so easily.’ ‘It would if you stopped thinking of it as a sin. Open–‘ ‘Ridiculous!’ he snapped. ‘Without the need of this power, I’ve suspected that you were doing what you were doing, but I kept hoping my suspicions weren’t true. Now I.