She reached out and grabbed him by the shorts, pulling him closer. She had never done this, and didn’t know if she would do it right, but he had bee...n helpful when he really didn’t have to be. Plus, she was feeling things she had not ever felt before. Once he was close enough, she undid his shorts and pulled out his nine inch cock. It was very thick, and very hard. Chloe was starting to doubt herself until she wrapped her hand around it, feeling its warmth and hardness. She slowly started. HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT, YOU BITCH! ITS ALL YOUR FAULT SHE DID! I shout on top of her. I thought so. You miss you mommy. Too sad. Shes notice even fazed that I jumped her, a matter of fact, she looks quite amused by it. Youre just like him, an emotional mommas boy. Im willing to bet you have a tiny pencil dick just like my husband, too. Ill show you what kinda dick I have, you whore. I shout as I take out my cock and tear off her skimpish skirt. Once her skirt is up, I notice shes not wearing any. Typically Dina isn’t a wine girl but I could tell she wanted something to take the edge off. As were sitting and having a light chat about what lead to tonight I could tell Stan was looking over Dina the entire time, I’m sure we was getting an eyeful since no matter how she sat he got to see something, plus the wine must have been working because she stopped crossing her arms over her breasts and wasn’t worried about her skirt hiking up.Finally I looked at Dina and asked her point blank “shall. I'd had the full sex education bit at college and had developed some very funny feelings about the sex act and impregnation. Maybe I'm a bit kinky, but I often fantasise about playing sexual russian roulette. The idea of being inseminated, with a fifty fifty chance of becoming pregnant, not only fascinates me, it makes me weak and trembly, and sends some very strong yes! yes! yes! signals to my love tunnel. I had to do some heavy suppressing of my urges, at least for the time being, if I was to.