Carol was an incredible playmate. In the past, she had also been an intellectual partner, so there was more depth to the relationship. We were sharing... thoughts and feelings at a very deep level. It was amusing that I was bringing up more of the core of my emotional issues than I had managed to do in a couple of years of psychoanalysis. I don't know about the rest of you, but when I'm thinking, I sometimes "speak" to myself to emphasize a point. That mental voice, who for unknown reasons seems. Her wetness was dripping off my balls. She whispered that she wasn’t on birth control so I would have to pull out. When I told her I had a vasectomy, she demanded I cum inside her.Hearing her say those words pushed me over the edge. My cock and balls clenched up, I plunged myself all the way into her as my cock filled her with blast after blast of my load. We stayed interlocked until we caught our breath. I slowly pulled my semi-erect cock out. Our intermingled fluids followed. It was a. The area was dark, big and tables filled with paint tins and construction materials. I cleaned one table and put her on the table. We kissed again, our hands were moving around all of our body, searching something invisible to us. She was bit aggressive now. She bit my lips and her fingernails pierced my back skin through my shirt. She unbuttoned me without breaking our kiss. She stopped, gave a naughty smile. That smile turned me on more than her boobs, ass and nice thighs. She removed my. After her transformation, she had lost ten years, but she needed twenty for the style April selected. She still looked ike an older woman trying to be a teenager -- a teenaged slut.Denise shuddered, causing her long earrings to jangle."Kiss me pet," April said.Denise kissed the young girl chastely on the cheek and then beside her full lips.April turned her head away. "I thought the nasty girl wanted a cummie-cum?" I do Mistress." Tears of frustration welled in Denise's eyes."Then give me a real.