Darla Jean could read him as though the words were being chalked in the air above him: It'd be a big ego thing to ride her and dump his spunk in her, ...aking her his, if only for the moment -- but if she came up pregnant, he wouldn't escape the consequences... A light went on, and he grinned evilly, continuing to defeat her will by working her clitoris with his thumb while two fingers wriggled in her sopping tunnel. "If you want protection," he grated, "YOU put it on..."Darla Jean grimaced.. She started to smile and said we should go onto the lawn and pulled up her t-shirt and black bra to revel a fantastic pair of tits with a lovely pink halo and really hard little nipples, she pulled her t-shirt back down but left her bra rolled up under. “Ken” she said “you married the wrong sister you know, right from the first day I ever saw you I knew this day would come, and I have been praying for you to make love to me, they say dreams don’t come true but mine is today and it is something. I had the frustration u have as I looked over I saw her face her eyes her clothes her body everything was perfect about Her Something about her made her look different but sexy noticing I was starring at her she cleared her throat then asking if there was something wrong I said no and smiled a little knowing she cought me then I said sorry I didn't mean to stare it's just you seem very comfortable more then when your with your friends she said yeah. How I said when your with your friends u. She tossed the panties gaily aside and began unbuttoning her coffee-colored blouse. With one hand still cupped to the forested mound of her cunt while a finger probed at the tormented inside her pussy, the other slid down to revel in the silky feel of her bare ass.In an instant the librarian had her blouse open and was shrugging it off over white shoulders. The high proud tits encased in a lacy black bra were nowhere near the mountainous mammaries Anne Roxbury had displayed, but they were.