It just happened that way: as much as I enjoyed myself, I never came during those sessions. Only you could make me come. Not because I kept myself for...you, or you wanted it that way. That’s just how it happened, always.Only when we got home and we re-lived the previous few hours; you telling me on your teasing, mock condescending voice, how much you enjoyed watching your cock hungry slut... You told me, allowed me to cum. And I did. This little, unplanned tradition ended when you accidentally. Similarly, gay and bi people, given the fact humanity is a mono genitalia species, don't suffer discrimination and, statistically, are likely to have much greater numbers.As was stated above, women's mutually higher sex drive also ensures that hookups and casual sex are much more commonly accepted than in our world though a monogamous relationship is still seen as the 'ideal' and is the one that ends up the most romanticized in pop culture.So what of pregnancy, then?Given that there's no. “Thank you for making her your queen,” Kate said. “Thank you for making all of us your queens.”By Sunday, I was panicked. I’d spent all day Saturday in the gym and on the courts, absolutely pounding the ball. I’d taken on Allison, preparing her for her first National Singles championship. I’d taken on both Brent and Franklin as a team and pounded them. Lissa came on the court and we’d played for an hour-and-a-half never a point apart. I was so emotionally and physically frustrated that I. She'd given me an opening big enough to drive a truck through, and there was no way I'd pass it up.I took a deep breath, released it. Steady, girl. "Mom... have you ever made love to a woman?"She nodded slightly. "Yes... yes, I have," she murmured, then gazed thoughtfully at me. "What about you, honey? Have you ever...?"I reached for her hand. "Yes. Many times." She smiled. "What was your first time like?" "It was wonderful. I was a little drunk, but that wasn't why it happened." I stopped.