I knew that he wouldn't miss asking her out just to crush me, so I knew I had to act. I was going to ask her. That night was a warm early October even...ng, and Kelly was babysitting her little sister. When I got home from practice that Wednesday (it was a long weekend) I saw her playing with the toddler in the back yard. Even though I was sweaty and smelled like a locker room I decided to head over before I lost my nerve. I hopped the fence cleanly, but tripped over a sprinkler head and fell.. This was fortunate, in a way, since literally I didn't know what I was missing. But at one point a pang, of sensual tickle coursed through the length of my shaft, and I felt an oozing from me that mixed with her spit and slickened it. I wondered if that meant I was cumming.But the feeling passed too quickly for me to stop and ask questions about it. For Martha Jane rose to a half-sitting position alongside me, her head against the headboard. Her left leg lay between us, bent at the knee toward. Fertilise me...make me pregnant...I want a baby...I want...oh God...I need...I want...oooaw....oooaw...darling...yes...yes...aaaaow..."I was lost in her, pumping my seed in deep as if responding to her cry to be fertilised. I'm not sure to this day whether I really understood that cry - that it was seriously meant. Certainly it was different from the usual cries of the girls I had copulated with – "Don't make me pregnant will you" – but with mother I had been given the freedom to perform that. He asked her “You are OK with this right?” and she said “Yes” so he slid his cock into her and fucked her on the counter top.She said that it was totally different fuck than the ones that she got from her teenage boyfriends. He would pull his cock out and rub the tip against her clit. He would stop, go down and lick her pussy for a minute, and then stand back up and slide his cock back in. She began to orgasm when he was eating her and she grabbed the back of his head and just trembled. .