Slowly, I angled her back on to the bed, until she was laying there, legs spread apart, my finger still in her fuck-tube, sliding in and out. I kissed...her again, while using one hand to bring my cock up to her entrance.“I’m going to fuck you now, Claire,” I whispered.In response, her hips humped up against me in the clearest indication the girl could give that she was ready to be penetrated, before wrapping her long, slim legs round my back, her heels planted on my buns and pulled me up in a. Denise then suggested to Catherine that earrings would look good on me. Isaid I didn't think I could wear earrings and Catherine said that lots ofguys wear earrings. Besides, if I didn't like them, I could just pullthem out and the holes would close up. I acquiesced and Catherine piercedmy ears and put in little pearl studs.I said, "Why pearls?"Catherine replied, "Because pearls go perfectly with your beautiful blondehair." Apparently, it made perfect sense. I did like them though.After. I guess you're right. And I guess I'm gonna have to put a plaster over my vagina" (it sounded so grown-up to be using a word like that) "so's you can't accidentally slip it in the front. Then I'd get all that creamy stuff in me. And then I'd be pregnant or something." Yeh! Sounds like a good idea."Alison dashed off to the kitchen, wearing only the ribbons in her hair, while Alan naked from his stomach to his socks, sat on a pink flowery sofa in the corner of her sister's bedroom and watched a. It must’ve been approximately 3am when the majority of people finally started to leave and make their own way home, many of them stumbling across the drive way as they walked towards the cabs that were waiting for them. A few people were still inside partying away and probably too drunk to even get back home tonight so I decided they should sleep at mine for the night.After an hour of picking up the alcohol bottles and attempting to clean the place up a bit I started to feel the tiredness.