"I ignored him while lifted my pelvis up so his cum wouldn't leak out of me."Honey, get a cup from the bathroom, quick!My husband quickly handed me th...e cup and I put it up to my pussy and squatted on the bed. His cum poured out of me and didn't stop until the Dixie cup was half filled. I knew I had at least that much still in my womb and now all that sperm was swimming for my egg. I pulled the cup away from my pussy."Do you guys want me to drink it?"They both said "YES!"I brought the cup to my. He rolled over and caught sight of the note stuck to the pillow. His lips puckered in confusion as he read the rough, childlike scrawl. She had left an address but not a phone number. How decidedly odd. Still, he supposed that it was, at least, an invitation to see her again.He quickly got ready for work and went out the door, only realizing belatedly that he had been whistling happily the entire time.When he arrived at the station, Mark met him at his desk with a hot cup of the vile substance. “Please, Dave. All my friends are getting deflowered, yet here I am. Still a virgin. They’re all laughing at me,” she said, tears forming in her eyes. “They shouldn’t do that, Emma. They aren’t very good friends if they do that, are they?” “I know, but I just want to know what it’s like,” she told me. “There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. Kaitlynn was my first, so I was nineteen when I first had sex. You’re just waiting for the right guy,” I said. “You are the right one, Dave,” she. I knew my father would be looking for me at Col’s house. Eventually, my fury abated and I started crying. Not the wracking sobs that marked the end of a melt-down, but steady tears of endless sadness at my strange situation, my terrible father and my loveless home. Starting to feel the cold, I turned back along the cliff-top allowing me to approach Col’s house from the other direction along Sea View Road. The coast was clear: no sign of my father.I arrived at Col’s door and knocked. The outside.