Their brick apartment on the 3rd floor of one such funky run down apartment affords them cheap enough rent and a hip place in the city. Music is their... life and they love the live music scene and the more famous “jam” bands that come to town. Yvette is a svelte, dark haired beauty reflecting her French heritage. Eyes of crystal blue with dark long lashes and a tiny nose frame her lovely face. She loves peasant dresses and rarely wears a bra, her skin is soft white and her tiny breasts show. She jerked our dicks a little more, and we both gasped, smiling at each other with surprise, then looking at each other with expressions of complete love and bliss. "Oh my goodness," she said, gazing down at her belly, which was one hundred percent covered, in what can only be described as a lake of cum. To this day, I have never seen so much cum before. Our dicks looked so sore and cute, I thought the sight was beautiful, our dicks together as we held each other lovingly. They felt so. "Yes, I am! I told you I was." I looked at himdefiantly. "And I told you I wasn't going to, that I couldn't, changewho I was." Not even for me?" he asked. I relaxed a bit when he put his hands inhis pockets. "You said you loved me." I did, Bob, and you said you loved me." I started choking up. "Andthen you hit me!" I put my hands to my face and started crying. Iheard his footsteps and backed away. I took my hands down. "Stay awayfrom me!" I said. He stopped moving, and let his hands. I didn't want to go into any long explanation. He was late getting home, and I was afraid you wouldn't wait," she said smiling mischievously.The prattle continued while they ate hamburgers and French fries, and they became so engrossed with each other, they got hungry all over again. Kevin was first to suggest having something else, and she readily agreed."You know, I'd like another hamburger!" Me too!" she replied, and they both laughed.They ate their second "dinner" in an even more relaxed.