This is a nice apartment, but Brad...”“Yes?”“We can do a GOOD one. We have money. Buy the perfect remote lot. Build OUR cabin. OUR way...”�...You’re serious.”“And you’d better be. I’m turning in my notice tomorrow. Claiming emotional issues.”“That’s innovative.”“It’s true, you know,” she giggled. “I’m pretty sure that doin’ your brother counts pretty heavy in ‘how screwed up ARE you?’ points.”“Kiss me.”Giggle. “Yep. Screwed up.” And she complied. Then, “I can go by the house after work, load up. An 'excitement' a feeling of being 'hugged' all over, was I starting to like being corsetted? The lacing completed I was turned around from all angles to be inspected by both the young man and my mother. But now...a new horror.....I suddenly realised, to my complete mortification, that my excitement was starting to show in a physical way!! How I wished that I could be anywhere else but here!The young man very shrewdly and sensitively saw the source of my embarrassment and said. Maybe "fantasy" was the wrong word for her dream of a white wedding. Maybe it was accurate, but not what she needed to hear. Maybe it was what she needed to hear. He decided to leave it in.For that matter, as long as she wasn't going to have real sex with him, making out was easier if she knew she didn't have to keep her guard up. Actually getting it was maybe worth a fight; it was just that he wasn't going to get it even if they did have the argument.Should they have bathroom breaks? After a. " Suddenly the back of my throat is afire with his molten hot sperm. I fight off the feeling to gag. I try to pull away but can't. It is hard to breathe with his strong hands forcing my face down into his belly. His pubic hair is tickling my face. He shouts out "OH FUCK YEA!" His cock pulses again, and I immediately feel more of his sperm hit the back of my throat. Over and over again his throbbing cock forces his warm load into me. About halfway through, gravity brings his sperm down where it.