“Marge, can I ask you how big Tyler’s cock was?” questioned Sue. “Were you able to swallow his entire sword? I don’t remember it at all and ...I’m wondering of it was smaller than Bill’s since I never felt any pain afterward.”“He had a nice cock, but I can deep throat pretty good, so I...”began Marge before she noticed my angry scowl as I squeezed my beer so hard the pop top popped and beer shot to the ceiling.“I never really saw it,” corrected Marge quickly. “I just assume he had a nice cock. I. I kind of like wearing thisstuff now. I'm popular with everyone in school, and I have a boyfriend. I don't know if I can go back to being a boy." Like riding a bicycle it is, you never forget. Go on, laddy, get intosome proper clothes because we have to go." Thirteen year old boys don't hang around with eleven year-olds,either," I said trying to protest, although I was already changing intothe old me."Then go as an eleven year old." I'm thirteen, I.... What the heck," I grumbled and made. "I want to get pregnant here, at the Olympics. Well, give it our best shot, anyhow." Really?" Really. And I should be ovulating today or tomorrow. So, whaddaya say, big boy? Wanna make a baby?"Warren answered her by pulling her towards him and kissing her. As their lips melded, he reached for the buttons on her blouse. "I guess you like the idea," Sophie giggled, then went back to kissing.They ended up on the bed, attempting to keep kissing while they also tried to take each other's clothes. He loved the feel of her pussy gripping his manhood and marvelled at how wet and open she always felt. He just wanted to plunge his cock into her again, and felt it jump as she took hold of it. But no, he would wait for what they had planned to do, but he was damned sure he would make her cum instead. He could feel her panting and she pushed her hot little tongue into his mouth, so he knew she was close. How she had seemed to enjoy the club last week. He had worried when all those other people.