After a prolonged dilemma, I had to explain my situaion! The guys were helpful, they did their best to grope for it in the darkness, in that small pla...e, they frequently brushed my sides, and my bare back. I was also groping for it frantically, and in the process topled a glass, almost breaking it, and then I decided to give up, and asked them to light a match while I try to find the shirt. I folded my arms across my breasts, and the candle was lit, and to my shame I discovered that I was. Luckily my mum isn’t home, and I go up to bed and catch a few more Z’s. When I do wake I can hear Nikki’s voice and bolt right up. Just the sound of her voice when I first wake up, makes my cock stand to attention. I pull my cock out, and think of her from this morning and what she had on. I come so hard it shoots all over my chest. The heat in my room grows thicker, and I’m sweating within minutes. After getting showered, dressed and ready I head downstairs. My mum gives me a look as to say. With my lips sealed by his throbbing, fat knot, the size of a tennis ball, the path of least resistance is my widened, welcoming womb.I can’t help but imagine the billions of sperm entering my womb, the flood of his cum invading my space, seeking to impregnate me. Even if they fail, billions of his sperm will continue to writhe in my womb for days, hunting for an egg to penetrate.At the gym, at work, while walking, I will have his sperm inside of me, sealed when my cervix closes, only to leak. Poets are drawn to him. He and many of his group have the same views sexually as me." A made to order harem," I said.He laughed. "Fuck you, but, well, yeah, maybe. I'm going to have to get a lot prettier than I am now." We're working on it," said the ranger surprisingly. Their friendship kept growing."I appreciate that," said the young poet. He looked sternly at the barkeep. "Do you get my bent?" he asked."You should see some of the prancing dance queens," said the barkeep."I'd love to," said.