Tensing belly, bucking hips, scream suppressed by the tightness of our mouths together, she comes. Hard. Sensing how long to keep her going, easing th...e pressure on her clit, letting her back down gently from her ecstasy.We stay with tongues and mouths together, letting the water wash over us for a minute or two. “Yes?” I ask eventually.“Oh yes, oh yes” and she looks at me as if this were our first time, “My turn, I believe?” she smiles and reaches for the soap. I wait for the hand again on my. . the one that she felt, deep in her bones, would mean that she too, would end up pregnant. She thought of the last time she had ridden Bobby’s penis. It had spurted on his belly, and she had rubbed her pussy through it, having a wild, crazy orgasm. It had been so warm and slippery. She had loved the hot feeling, as her clitty thanked her for doing this wonderful thing.She suddenly felt like running away from home. She didn’t want to be pregnant. Not yet. Maybe some day, but not yet. Her mind. "Yes, Si. Your fault entirely." She smiled sweetly.At University I had often gone to Jazz concerts and liked the style, so decided to introduce Antonia to the music, so different to that she knew. There were many Jazz Clubs around London at that time and one evening we visited one where the band was particularly good. As usual with Jazz Clubs the place was warm, smoky, crowded and wonderful. I loved the music and was very pleased when Antonia, her face alight with a broad smile started tapping. ...Closing the door behind me, I pay for my ticket, and check my makeup in the mirror before walking over to the cinema entrance, every part of my body is tingling as I push open the door and step into the darkness beyond, as the door swings shut behind me, my eyes start to adjust and In the light from the screen I can see ten or more guys all with their eyes now diverted from the girl sucking cock on screen towards me, following me as I walk down the rows of seats to the back, standing against.