But I do want to make love to you again. As many times as we possibly can. Even right now I’d love to make love to you.” I told him.That is how we...ended up naked in the living room with him in between my legs and his dick at the entrance to my pussy.“Wait. Aren’t you going to use a condom?” I asked.“What for? We’re making love and I did once tell you that I wouldn’t do this without a condom until you were eighteen and graduated. That seems like it wasn’t so long ago,” he told me.In my diary, it. The two girls were poised, awaiting my answer. Icould have given a begrudging acceptance that they were 'all right', butI felt Brigit was bang-on. In transforming my chipped and uncared fornails into these fabulous fangs, Annabella had done a truly wonderfuljob.'I think they're fantastic, Annabella,' I said. 'They're incredible.' Idaren't ask if they would come off easily. Those kinds of thoughts werebest left until tomorrow.I'd obviously said the right words, because both their faces lit. He groaned out and begged for him. He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, his thumb feeling his way around her, causing her to buck and plead for him. ‘Please take me… Fuck me’ she strained. He dropped his pants and tore off his shirt, every sound she emitted made him harder. She placed her hands behind her and sat up to kiss him while he entered her, stifling her screams. He slammed into her as deep and hard as he could. Her legs went numb as he rode her, taking her apart. With one. "Wow!" she said. "I've never had one big enough to do that before. I guess I asked for it. You might as well go ahead and do it."I pushed her back on the bed, lifted her legs and pushed the last few inches into her now-wet twat. Over the next thirty-five minutes, I worked her legs around in all kinds of positions, making our copulating feel different every few minutes. I rubbed the spot on the sole of her feet several times so that she had cum six times when my balls started spewing hot love.