I lovingly accept every spurt. Which launched me into climax joining him in his. This was fabulous sex. Don't move, I tell him. I want him to dra...in every drop. We laid there locked together as one. He is telling me the new doctor story about new testing discovering the size of his red blood cells were abnormally large. And the simplest this as mega doses of vitamin D are bringing them down. Under the microscope his sperm are already dancing around. Then he whispers the best news. She was already very wet.She tried to suppress a shudder. She tried to tell herself that it was a shudder of revulsion. The shiver up her spine denied her that lie. She didn’t want it to feel good.The finger was sliding in and out of her, curling forward, rubbing her G spot. She was getting wetter by the moment. She concentrated hard on not moaning. The harder she tried not to, the more she felt what that finger was doing.“MMmmmmmmm,” finally escaped from her.“Whore,” the man hissed. . I'd tell her t' move her ass, an', right obligin' 'nough, she'd move her ass fer me; but I guess there ain't no rhythm where there ain't no pleasure. She was seemin' t' get back t' normal, actin' her ol' self, so I kinda de-cided that I'd do us both a favor an give her ass a rest. I'd let her pussy re-tire from active service. I fig'rd that was prob'ly what she wanted.On 'bout the third day after I started neglectin' her, she asked me, concerned-like, if'n I'd taken sick. I don't think she was. How could he say it didn't mean anything? It meant everything, to me. Then I saw his face, pleading, and I knew he was trying to make me feel good. He was worried that I felt badly about our kissing. He didn't understand and I didn't have the words to explain it then. I agreed for lack of anything better, "Yeah." It was just practice," he said."Yeah," I said.His eyes were still pleading. I didn't know for what though. They made me uneasy and I felt I had to escape. "I'm going to my room," I.