This has to stop now." Maybe I should sleep on the couch tonight," I suggest."That's probably a good idea," she replies.She goes to the bathroom and c...anges for bed. Unlike this morning, shedresses and undresses in the bathroom. She comes out wearing a tank topand a pair of sweats I had bought for her several days before. Withoutsaying anything, she gets into bed and falls asleep. I change for bedand go to sleep on the couch. Tonight I am fully clothed so as not tomake the situation more. “Please cum in my pussy, baby!” He pounded harder and deeper than he had before. Working up his nut. I could feel his cock becoming a steel rod then wetness. Lots and lots of hot wetness filling me up. He never changed stroke or made sound as he gave me his load. Cum ran out my hole and I put my hand back between my legs to get some on my fingers. I slipped them into my mouth and tasted his sweet creamy jizz. Mmmmmmm, it was like candy to me.He finally stopped fucking and just held himself deep. " Right." That's what I love about you, Juggie. No effort is too small."It was their U.S. history text. Jughead clapped it against his own copy with a flourish. Betty took his arm, as she had that morning, and they strolled together down the hall — the beanpole in the beanie and the naked, natural blonde. Jughead was the only boy in the school, other than Archie, who hadn't tried to cop a feel all day. She wondered if he was gay, but it was hard to tell. He hadn't gone nuts over Archie, either,. We wrote each other for a while, drifting apart but remaining friends. And then there's Jeff, the passion of my life in my senior high school year. And to understand why we broke up, I have to back up and explain my family to you..." Both my parents are flower children of the late 1960's. My mom met my dad as a freshman at their community college in San Francisco in 1968, when she was 18. My parents spent much more time in concerts and sit-ins with their friends than studying, but financially,.