“Oh God, PLEASE don’t cum in me. I think I am fertile, please don’t!” He looked at me and smiled and pulled back a little, then slammed deep i...to me. His eyes rolled back and he started to quiver and groan, then I felt huge blasts of his sperm deep inside of me. I came again and could feel my legs spreading wider. Then I felt him start to soften and pulled out of me and stepped away. I sat there suddenly realizing that I was the one holding my legs up and wide apart, wondering (and hoping) if. Throughout the years, my wife's weight had gone up some, due to giving birth to two boys and although she never really had a sex drive to speak of, she slowly lost all desire for sex. In fact, I resolved to accept having sex one a year for our anniversary. While dating, my friends all laughed when I would tell them she never gave me head. As a result of always being turned down, I stopped all attempts for sex or head. She always went to work in unflattering pants and sneakers, no matter how. I instantly figured out what to do. I stood up, took aunty’s hand and led her to the dining table which was in the corner of the drawing room itself. I grabbed her fleshy ass, lifted her, made her sit on the edge of the dining table. Elders have said, right? That a well-mannered boy should eat his food only on the dining table? Oh well then, now good mannered Rahul is going to eat Sarala aunty’s deliciously wet and moist pussy, on the dining table.I kneeled down in front of her, took her feet. ” Eugenie frowned and flicked through the remaining cards. “There’s natural white, but nothing about semen colour... Maybe if I try a different paint store—“I felt myself starting to lose my cool. “No paint store will stock semen colour!”“Oh. Really? I wonder why not.”“Look,” I said through gritted teeth. “Just undo whatever stupid change you made and make Al’s cum the colour it was before your meddling!”“Now, now, young lady. No need to be rude. If you’d just said that to start with... I mean,.