Say .. those .. words. Baby, I am close. I sit up, I am getting more aggressive with my movements, grinding you deep within my pussy. Suddenly, you gr...unt loudly. I feel you swell deep within my cunt. I tell you to cum in me, deeply. Let's get pregnant. As soon as you hear this. You sit up and grab me with both arms, and turn so I on the bottom. Lay me on the bed, put my legs on your shoulders and grind deep in my pussy. So deep and aggressive. Pounding my pussy, letting out years of frustrating. ..”“Romantic?” I asked incredulously. “Molly, no offense, terrible idea. Terrible for so many reasons. I could have been born in Chernobyl and not have enough fingers to list why that would be a bad idea.”Molly threw up her hands, me-style. “Well, nothing else we’re doing is working! And we know that the hate sex is toxic and bad. Maybe ... maybe the alternate would be better.”“It would send mixed signals and both of us would move back to where we started.”“As if what we’ve been doing for the. You see, if none of these things bothers you, if instead, they excite and please you, then it’s not the cross dressing that’s the issue.” “Okay, so what then?” “Could I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” “What?” “When was the last time you had sex?” “A couple months ago, why?” “And before that, about how long?” “Maybe the same.” “I think I know what the problem is.” “Oh? What?” “You have never given this lifestyle a fair chance--you’ve never really given yourself. This time as his dick softened he didn't keep stroking me. He pulled me over on my side with us laying in the straw spoon fashion. We were both covered in sweat making the straw stick to us. His dick kinda just slid out of me on it's own. Tom let out a groan and told me that this was one of his best comes of all. As he asked how I liked it, he pushed me flat on my tummy and pulled my legs apart. With his tongue he licked all over my bottom, caressing where he had so recently rummaged around.