" When she put his hand on her tit still inside her dress, I thought the boy would blow in his pants. He held it though. I could hear her murmuring to...him, and suddenly, he was rubbing her nipples just how she liked it.Right about then, a knock on the door told me that my own little virgin lover was here. I let her in, then checked my watch. "With only a minute to spare, cunt." Yes Sir. I went home to change real quick. I wanted my Master to think I was sexy."I pulled her into my arms, and said. He says you two are class. And Jeff never makes mistakes about things like that. He trusts you. And you have been good to him and to us. Jeff thinks you are super people, and we want to know you better. Besides, I want to ask you about some problems I'm having with the conference center."Both Wainwright and Margaret looked like a load of worry had been lifted off their shoulders by Diana's little speech.Ten minutes later, they were all, including Jeff, seated at the table after having helped. But, if you think about it, there's a very simple process involved in the whole fashion practice of knocking up a babe. It basically takes a woman who's in that fertile time of her month and a virile sexy guy who's got some potent sperm that he can implant in that babe's hot pussy where her fertile egg or eggs are making themselves available for fertilization. If you think about it in the most simple terms, the process of impregnating a fertile woman is just another way of jacking off or vice. He leaned forward as he stroked, so that his cock could rub my clit as he moved. I knew instinctively that no man can move so slowly forever and soon he sped up. My hips rose to meet him, my clit tingling, and I knew it was time. Just a second or two before I exploded, I squeezed his balls, firmly. I screamed, he grunted, the throb of his cum pounding in my cunt, the cream filling up the rubber.He remained suspended over me for a minute, only his cock touching me, then he rolled over onto his.