”“Is it OK if I ask my cousin about her apartment?”I chuckled, “I think I’ve created an Emmy-monster!”She rolled on top of me, and smiled ...impishly, “Are you complaining?”“Oh no, not at all!” I grinned and kissed her.“I was wondering what it would feel like if you shoot in me, but I’m afraid to get the Pill because if my dad found out, he’d kill us both!”“Let’s try to avoid that outcome, shall we! I’ll use rubbers and we’ll stay alive!”“Do you want to hear something funny?” Emmy. You get up to go to the restroom and feel his eyes on you as you walk away. You take a deep breath and smile to yourself. You come back to the bar and see that I still haven’t arrived. You sit down next to the young man. You both have another drink. He picks up the conversation and you both laugh and have a good time. He starts getting flirtatious. He reaches out and touches your leg while talking. He takes quick looks at your breasts. You’re not sure if it’s the wine or what, but you are. The Secret Service must love their Sigs.I thought briefly about unfettering her bra at least or putting her into one of my old t-shirts so she could sleep more comfortably, but decided against pressing my luck. Anyone carrying that many personal firearms must have very distinct notions about the privacy of their body. I set out a clean (I think) old Army t-shirt on the nightstand in case she woke up later in the night (well later in the morning actually) and I grabbed an extra pillow and tried. I could feel my own orgasm building and I pushed up into her as deep as I could. My straining cock started twitching as I started to cum deep in her warm pussy..Susan relaxed her grip of my head and I leaned back against the sofa. Her breathing was slowing gradually and she had little beads of sweat across her nose. Her nipples looked red and swollen and she smiled at me as we both started to come down after our amazing orgasms. She still had my cock in her pussy and she wiggled her bottom.