"It just worked out that the end of harvest is my most fertile time, so if you cum in me I might get all pregnant."That stopped me. "What?" I croaked...."I thought your mother was going to put you on the pill." She did, but I keep forgetting to take them. If I'd have been able to go to bed with you before this, I might have remembered more often. It's not my fault. This is all new to me." Shit, Jill," I moaned. "What am I supposed to do?" Just keep going," she said, clasping me with her pussy,. Several years later, you're much wiser about this sort of thing. Women have come and gone in your life (mostly gone when your honed senses told you they were faking in bed). You'd always found it insulting (after your first encounter) for a woman to fake on you. Of course, it hasn't been too much of a problem - you're not exactly lacking when it comes to what goes on between the sheets - and most of the women you've slept with couldn't get enough of you. It's your exacting standards that. He watched the whole time.“You really are hot,” he said. I blushed.As we were leaving he said, “What’s your name?”I told him.“Stan,” he said, holding out his hand. In it was a card.“That’s my business card. I’m trusting you to be discreet with it. If you ever want to see me again, or even just talk, text me on the cell. No one sees it but me.”I looked at the card. The address was in the same town where I’d be going to college. I must have looked doubtful, because he said, “I realize I came on. Henry thought him wise not to attempt to defend an indefensible case. All the crew knew the hostesses were off limits and that the guest rooms were out of bounds to any but eunuchs and officers. In fact he had indicated this by a simple nod of his head when he was asked the question."Six lashes, multi-tailed whip, in public," ordered the Second Officer.Henry was surprised when the sailor spoke in a broad North of England accent and said, "Immediately, if it pleases the Officer, Sir." Take him.