“I meant something else in there, not cake,” Jeff said. I actually had to put the pieces together for that one. “You mean when I get pregnant?�...� I asked. “Yes sis. I know we've been safe, but it's gotta happen sooner or later. I'll put a bun in your oven. I promise you that,” Jeff replied. “Well, I know you will. I can wait until it happens though. As you said it's gotta happen sooner or later. We have had a lot of sex, so the odds are in our favor. We just gotta be patient and be ready for it. ‘Come on Jenny, don’t be such a wimp.’ Meg had spat out a cock long enough to issue the invite. She had another cock jammed into her pussy and was obviously having a good time, as for me this sort of thing, waking up in the morning with a monster hangover and cum all over you, wasn’t my idea of fun. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against sex, in fact I enjoy it, but on my terms and one thing that I do not enjoy is to have too much to drink and lose control of the situation. Another thing I. .You are lying in bed and the woman that you are with makes the grand offer to "blow you". Like any red blooded guy you go for it, but in your heart you know that she doesn't really want to do it and for that reason it will be a rushed just so she can finish. It usually involves her looking at your flaccid Johnson and asking "do I have to do all the work here" as she smiles. She than grabs it like it's a dead chicken's neck and shakes it hoping that will speed the process."Did you get a shower. I gently pushed Helen onto the bed and removed her shoes. I left her lying on her back as I quickly shucked my clothes. As usual with such an engagement, I had worn no underwear, so my semi erect cock jumped up to greet Helen's stare. This was her first chance to see my equipment, and her eyes bulged a little bit in happy anticipation. I would have bet that Helen was finally beginning to believe all that she had heard from Ruth.I stood there for a few moments, so that Helen could gaze at my.