“Nu-uh,” she said lying sprawled on the large bed in just her shirt and underwear. “Yes!” I exclaimed just as playfully and patted my hand ag...inst her stomach. “If not I'll molest you!” Despite my playful tone I was a little bit serious with the threat. I trusted she wouldn’t judge me if I tried anything, but I was still nervous when she uttered her denial again. My hand moved lower over her panties. “Yes! I’m serious,” I told her, still with the playful tone. I was met with denial again. . She wore a snug fitting blouse that emphasized every sumptuous curve and a knee high skirt that wrapped around her hips held precariously by two scarlet red buttons. Loretta wore bright yellow barrettes on two blond pigtails, looking like the cute ceramic doll Cliff had seen in the Marshall Field's window.She needed help with an abortion. It wasn't for her, she said. It was for a friend who got knocked up by some kid from Bridgeport. Cliff said he didn't do doctor referrals. She pleaded for his. I placed my cock between her mounds, and tittie fucked her just like the old times only a bit more roughly, which she seemed to enjoy even more. After a nice ride on her jugs, and slipped back and let my cock enter her pussy. She rolled her eyes back in ecstasy as my tool pound her insides. We fucked for what seemed like forever, sweat pouring all over, saliva and what not… I turned her into which ever pose possible and she was a Sex Goddess under her ‘dream spell’!Finally I could hold back no. And that little-finger size was when it was dormant. When it was aroused it grew to two inches long and as thick as my thumb, which meant that I simply couldnt let myself get turned on with anybody. Id learned to switch my mind away from anything sexy when I was with people, and I was infamous for walking off any dance floor when a slow song came on unexpectedly. I knew, rationally, that it wasnt SO bad really. Id seen various professionals, I knew it had a name clitoromegaly and Id been on.