She gave a little scream as her cherry was popped and I began fucking my cock in and out of her. I knew I couldn't come inside her, the last thing I w...nted was to make her pregnant, that would ruin the rest of my sex life. I could feel the cumm building up in my balls and just as it exploded up my shaft I pulled out of her and shot my load all over her stomach, some even spurting up as far as her tits. I knelt there and looked at her, her body spattered with my cum. She had a contented look on. As we had never seen each other it was a challenging moment for me to approach her.I had approach anxiety that still exists a bit. Somehow I asked her in Marathi, “Tumhi kunachi vaat bughtat?”(Are you waiting for someone?) She nodded her head in yes. We then introduced each other and went inside the hospital. There was a place for sitting and we decided to settle there.By this time I was sweating like hell. We sat on a bench and was holding my hands so tightly like the lovers who met after. The Ritual Tonight was to be my initiation in a girls student club. I was a little nervous it was a rather exclusive club, all members were extremely gorgeous and I was the only new girl they had decided to take on. That made me feel pretty special. I rang the doorbell for the house they told me to come to. The door was almost immediately opened by Claire, one of the newer members. Hi! Come in! Hi, thanks, I said as I stepped inside. Theyre all awaiting you., she said, excitement obvious in. Peter, was it?" Yes, Peter was my oldest, and he was born that day. There's a picture of him on that mantle, if you want to have a look, him and Harvey. Peter's twelve in that one."I stood and walked over to the fireplace and stared at the picture. I stared for a long time. Was Peter Kittering the mysterious Preston Miles? It wasn't a proven thing, but it was close. Twelve year old Peter Kittering looked very much like a younger version of the Preston Miles I had only second hand images of. But.