"Anya, dear," the old woman pleaded quickly. The look of fear was back in her eyes.Anya saw her Grandmother's expression that unsettled her. No, it ...thoroughly rattled her. And there was something else she sensed - something that felt...wrong. It sent a chill down her spine. She trembled as the anger dissipated, and then she forced herself to take a deep breath."Anya," the old woman continued, "I trust Greg with my life. I've seen into his soul. He's a good young man. I trust him with. " With a slight look of embarrassment on her face, Judy replied, "Well, uh, you see my boyfriend says it doesn't feel as good when he wears one, and frankly, I have to admit that when he ejaculates, I love feeling his hot sperm filling me up." Several of the other girls in the room were nodding in agreement at Judy's assessment.A thin blonde named Meg raised her hand and chimed in, "For me it's a little different, when my boyfriend and I are having intercourse and he's just about ready to. Or that she was obtuse.I took the abuse. She promised to rat me out to the rest of the sci-fi club. I agreed that she should. “How would you feel if I called up your wife and told her what you’ve been doing?” she asked at one point.“Too late - I already told her,” I said.She paused for a second, then gained her wind back. “And what did she say?” I’m not sure if she believed me or not.“She told me I wasn’t leaving.”“Well,” Teresa went on. She had already been having horrible morning sickness,. We swam and played around for a bit longer than we normally would of when Chris was there. Slapping eachother under the water, trying to pull eachothers shorts down - the kind of thing all teenagers do. After a while we did get out and made our way back to the locker rooms. Staying in the pool that extra 30 minutes must of given time to the other people that are normally there with us, because when we went into the locker room it was empty. We both took our shorts off and put them on top of our.