Then as my cock began to throb to softness I pulled my hand out."Put is back in." She screamed. "Keep all in as long as you can."I stroked her insides...with my fingers and she moaned.When at last I was too soft to stay inside and pooped out, bringing out a gush of fluid with my cock, I removed my hand too and headed to the bathroom. She stumbled gingerly and followed me, holding my cock as I wanted to pee and spraying the shower all over, giggling at her state.When I came out I picked my wrist. My hand felt her wet pussy through her underwear and she kissed me hard her fingers fumbling at the fly of my jeans. I undid my jeans while she rummaged in her bag. When my cock was free she was tearing open a condom before rolling it down my prick… the first contact in so long felt soooo good. ‘You don’t need to,’ I said, ‘I’m completely clean.’ ‘Yes, me too, but I’m not on the pill’ and she smiled at the look of dawning realisation on my face. At this point she climbed onto my thighs facing. Was this the discipline?Oh God,this was terrible! I paced and paced,and finally threw open the door about and ran across the street and walked in the unlocked front door.The house was cool,seemed to be deserted and I went from room to room seeing evidence of packing being done.I sat down and cried,then pulled myself together after a while and started to leave.I heard a noise,a car pulled in,it was his car.I ran for the front door,it was now locked.I struggled with it,to no avail.I heard the. “You can’t seem mature when you live under mommy and daddy’s roof.”Emma thought about that for a moment. “Hey, Mike,” she said.“Yeah?” Mike asked without lifting his head.“How would you like to get out of your parent’s house?” Emma inquired. That made Mike bolt upright and turn to her.“I’d love to, but how would I do that? My parents are wealthy but they firmly believe that kids need to ‘find their own way’. Their words. They don’t charge me to live here, but they don’t pay for anything either..