With a huge cry and loud moan I yelled out “fuck yes, I’m cuming Helen!” and I came as I held myself deep inside her. My cock didn’t stop twit...hing for a good 30 seconds, I just kept pumping stream and stream loads of spunk after spunk deep into Helens slutty wet cum dump womb like my life depended on it as my expanding mushroom cockhead was just throbbing uncontrollably and spurting it all out. At that point we both orgasmed. We were both crying out in pleasure as my spunk was spurting deep. Everyone looked at us, but what did we care. We were still incredibly horny for each other but were maintaining control as best we could. We went into our favorite clothing shop and again looked for an outfit to buy the other. We were still all over each other, and everyone in this store was pretty much watching us. We didn't bother to try the clothes on this time. We didn't need to. We knew each other’s size. In fact, the only reason we had tried clothes on in the department store was so that. I looked at our little love nest and I was horrified at the thought of someone else living in that space. That space where so much happened to me. Where one of the greatest love affairs of all time (as far as I was concerned) was being played out day by day, through lust, passion, hard work, personal challenge and deep committed love. I wasn’t so excited about the idea of letting go of that and moving on to the next stage. Strangely, I felt resentful of the little soul in side of me. I didn’t. I said she was mature but her breasts looked quite firm from what I could see and they were definitely not covered by a bra. She was leaning right in and was lifting her leg to balance in a provocative way, her short skirt rising as she did so. I bent down to tie my shoelace - not that it needed tying - and I was suprised that I could not see even a hint of pantie.I quickly made up my mind and moved towards her. "Can I help you with that?" I asked trying to look as if it was the thing she was.