She again helped me to position my penis into her vagina and advised me not to pull my penis too far for strokes. I did not mind about her words. I co...ntinued hitting hard on her vagina. My penis slipped out from her vagina for one more time. Ponnamma became irritated and told me again to not to pull my penis too far for long strokes. I again continued hitting hard on her vagina. Now I got the knack of how much distance I need to pull back my penis for the strokes. From then on, I never slipped. I looked down, saw my cock streaked with the blood of her hymen I had just broken. I grabbed a towel, wiped my cock down, and not wanting to traumatize her further, clicked off the lamp. Sitting in the dark, Jayne told me that Caroline's sister had called her, some kind of family emergency, and that she had left a little after 7 PM. Caroline had told Jayne that she should be home in a day or two, and that I would be home later today, and Jayne had said that she would be happy to stay overnight.. I don’t think he fights with Dad as much either.”“I’m glad you think so.” What did it mean to be good for Andy?“Yeah. You guys doing it?”“I told your sister that this was one question that she wouldn’t ask people when she got a little older. Apparently, I should have said a lot older.”“Nah! She’s more sensitive than I am. I’m the middle kid, and I have to scream to be heard. Anyway, I guess that answer’s the hint that I won’t get an answer. You should, if you’re not. Andy wants to. He doesn’t. You don’t smoke. But you like gambling and women. That’s why you always said ‘Fuck it’ back in high school. You had nothing to lose.”I said nothing. She looked at me with an interested look now. Her cell phone vibrated.“Yeah. And?” Was all I could muster to say.“That text was the others, by the way. Meet me at the craps table,” She said simply. She sashayed away. I watched her hips sway.“What the hell was that about?” I said to myself. Was I getting attracted to Becky? I walked to the craps.