“Let’s forget it.”This kind of erection failure was very rare indeed for Pete and made me realise just how tense he was. We were both embarrasse... as I let his soft flesh slip through my fingers and rose to my feet beside him.“No! I’m sorry, Pete,” I replied softly as he clumsily slipped his useless cock back into his shorts and struggled to zip up his trousers, “I should have thought. It’s a tough time for you. We’re both learning something new, I guess.”Partly to cover up his and my. Then his ejaculations diminished. Each new spasm produced less and less cum that was now landing on my arm, closer and closer to its point of origin. For a woman, at least this woman, the moment of a man's orgasm is very precious indeed. He is completely vulnerable. He cannot stop or alter the inevitable results. He has no control over his body. All of my actions culminated in this moment. I had caused this to happen. I was in control. The proof of my success, similar to a rainbow. When it got late the girls phoned their foster parents and told them they were safe and staying over our house tonight. There was no confrontation but I knew that at some time this would come even if it was pushed by the police.We stayed at home that night but got up early the next morning and went down to the house I had broken into. Angelina was up early and getting ready for her day at work when I knocked on the door.She opened it and I asked in Italian, "May I come in for a moment please.". Hot breath with slight low moans which she can barely keep inside. Her one hand was on my head and the other trying to open the buttons of my shirt.I broke off again, making her want me more, and she was getting so sexy and horny. Now she pinned me towards the wall and started feeling up my body, she took off my shirt, and started kissing my neck. Wet kisses on the neck, then lower on my chest, my nipples, and my stomach. I pulled her up and made her face to the other side of the wall, opening.