It felt like I was on fire. I know I must have made a mess all over the front of his jeans, but I didn’t care. I needed to cum. Finally he undid ...his pants, but he only pushed them far enough out of the way to free himself, because when he pushed back up against me I could still feel the harshness of the denim and the occasional rub from the zipper against my ass. Slipping his rock hard length between my wet folds he leaned over me, covering me with his body, his chest flush to my back. . An image of him in his highchair withnothing to eat but baby food came to mind. An image... Ugh! There wereall too many of them... and none of them were good! Maybe she could seewhy he thought the way he did. But... all of it was for him. And all ofit was designed so that she could win the bet... and ultimately keep -him.Couldn't he see that? Of course not! Despite all the male things shehad taken away from him, what she could probably never remove was hispig-headed way of thinking. . I reduced the speed a little and then gathered pace again. This time she woke, turned around and saw me. We both were shocked and looked at each other sitting up on the bed.Without saying anything, I hugged her and placed my lips on hers. At first, she resisted but then she joined in. We had a good 10 minutes of smooching and french kissing. We broke our kiss and the continued on for another 5 minutes after taking some breath.I then bolted the door so that no one would see us. I removed my. She was so tight. She certainly wasn’t lying about being a virgin.Still holding my cock, she used her left hand to push my hand away... pushing my finger out of her. One finger was uncomfortable for her. One finger... not even all the way in. I looked back at her delicate hand wrapped around my cock and thought “never in a million years”. My tongue, however...She squeezed and released my cock, and moved her hand all over it, getting her palm wet when she ran it over the head. She moved.