I wasn’t taking any chances. I had a harder time in the car sticking my cock into her tight hole but she was so wet that her natural lubes worked as...nature intended. In an instant I was sliding in and out energetically. Again, she didn’t move, and to be honest, I didn’t know she was supposed to so I didn’t complain. We made arrangements to go fishing the following morning. I picked her up around 10, stopping at a deli for some lunch and at the bait store for some sand worms, hooks, and sinkers. Well, I didn't tell him, but unless one of us had a social disease, he wouldn't have needed a condom. I was on the Pill, and had been for a long time.I was, after all, a 22-year-old college senior. My virginity was a long-ago not-so-fond memory, and nothing more.I really meant it, when I told Dave no sex, but I hadn't intended that we'd sleep two feet apart, bottom-to-bottom. I wanted his arms around me. I wanted his hand on by breast, making like a truly living bra. I wanted to be cuddled. I. “Yeah”, she said. “I just want to see it really fast. I haven’t seen one before.” “Jess, this isn’t a really good idea. Mom and Dad are right next door to you and they might be able to hear us even now”. “Just a quick peek!”, she pleaded with me. “No way! Mom and Dad would kill us of they caught us! Besides, I’m wearing tighty-whitey’s underneath”. “Oh, bullshit”, Jessica accused. “I know you aren’t wearing anything underneath that towel. I know plenty of boys and none of them ever bring. God, he groaned to himself. God, how he loved the intoxicating smell and the sweet taste of his mother's overheated pussy. It made him want to take the hot juices and smear them all over his body, baptizing himself in its cloying, clinging sweetness. Flicking out his tongue, he probed the meaty lips of her pussy apart with its tip. As he did, a trickle of her hot juice leaked out of the opening between her gorged lips and ran down into the crack of her beautiful arse. Gently probing, feeling.