I was vaguely aware that I had not used any pregnancy protection, and as I felt it important, I began to clench my inner muscles, to try and expel as ...uch of him as I could. I gave a series of soft, feminine grunt as I bore down, my legs wide as I held my torso up on my fingers, trying to use gravity to help me. I was rewarded with a plop sounding on the dry grass, and I looked between my knees, seeing a white, sticky glob of him trailing a thing strand of our combined fluids from my labia to. Essex......and where are you now - home or work?......at home......then give me your phone number...My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't give him my phone number - what if myGirlfriend found out!....sorry sir, I have a Gf, I cannot risk giving you my number......this is the deal boy - you WILL give me your mobile number - I will onlycall if we are online together and you have said it is safe to call - if youdo not give me your number, our conversation ends here. I need to see thatyou are. He was in beyond his knuckle when I felt daring. I bucked back on his finger and sent him the rest of the way in. His tongue was deep inside my pussy and his whole finger was in my ass."SHIT!" I gasped. I never cursed in front of anyone, but the waves of excitement were too much, and all restraint went out the window.Malcolm abruptly pulled away from me and fumbled with the front of his jeans, which was now home to a large tent. Within seconds his hard dick sprung out, already glistening with. I got no problems on that score.”The words played to Sorrel’s not inconsiderable vanity; she appeared mollified as she kicked off her heels and slid the thong away from her twenty-year-old bottom. Nature had served her well, it was true. As long as she kept those pretty features and that curvy little figure, Tabitha considered, they’d serve her in the absence of a personality. “You’re fucking the wrong girl, asshole,” the Chesterfield daughter said, stark naked and defiant.“Then get into that.