He pulled out slowly, and then thrust in as far as he could, but the obstructive clothes and the awkward position only allowed him to enter me a few i...nches. I reached down with my right arm and I reached around his waist and pulled him as close to me as possible. Our lips never stopped touching. As he continued his thrust, I bent my knee, allowing me to slowly slide down his shaft and take him all the way inside of me. Another few inches. Another stretch. Another whimper. A deeper connection.. Santi said I know. So now we both jumped into the bed. Then Santi came and balled up next to me. Her back was in my chest. I then wrapped my left arm around her and kissed the back of her neck. Santi scooted closer to me , enough that she could feel my dick pressed into the crack of her nice ass. Then she kissed my arm. Then she said I love you baby. Then we fell asleep. Then in the morning I started rubbing Santi tits. I kissed her on the neck. Then I heard her say good morning baby. I. *giggle*; I don't really remember things so well before I fell in love with you!" And I'm sure you're mother will feel quite the same way by the time spring break is over!" you say.Mary scrunches her face up, confused."What do you mean?" she asks."You don't have to worry your pretty head about it, Mary," you tell her.Her blue eyes go distant as the trigger phrase pushes her into a light trance."I don't have to worry my pretty head about it..." she says in that lovely monotone that has become. ‘My God,’ Jenny thought, ‘how can I go downstairs looking like some sort of trollop?’ People would notice wet panties, you would think, and what if it gets back to Guy? He’d have a fit, Jenny knew, on that skimpy outfit alone, and if he knew her panties had gotten soaked at this kind of party, and how they got soaked, he would do more than have a fit, he would throw her out of the house, and then what would she do? Maybe she could borrow an outfit from the closet, change her clothes and just.