Lifting myself up off of him, I took his hand and pulled him up to stand beside me. His erection stood out in front of him, bending slightly upward . ...Crawling onto the couch on my knees, I instructed him "move up behind me baby." As he climbed up on his knees behind me, I said "Move up closer sweetie." When I felt his dick touching my ass, I reached down under my stomach and guided him back inside me. Lowering my head and shoulders down and spreading my legs, I pushed back into his crotch as he. I slipped on a tiny black g-string that had a white lace butterfly that covered my pussy. I still had an old uniform from when I was sent to a Catholic mission school. It was a little small but the skirt fit perfect. I took an old white dress shirt that I had found in my brothers closet and tied a neck tie loosely around it. I finished it with a pair of black fish net stockings that I still had from one of my relatives wedding and the eight inch high heels that it went with. I looked cute; I. My French isn't great, but we started to talk. He offered me a cigarette and I took one. Something about wrapping my lips around the hot smoking cig made me get hard all over again. It also didn't help that the French man I was talking with was a total hunk.He was tall, butch, and from the look of it had a monster in his pants. I tried to play it cool, but he looked down towards my erection and started to smile this dirty little smile. He light up another cigarette and asked me for a drink. I asked him “Did you cum?” He held my face in his hands and pulled me in for a longer, very enjoyable kiss. When our lips separated he said “Yeah, I think I ruptured my nuts.” Not one thought in the millions running through my head just then was to worry about getting pregnant. God, the way I felt just then getting knocked up would not have bothered me at all. I got off my brother and sat up beside him then focused on what he had between his legs. I hadn't gotten a very good look at it.