If only he didn’t use the condom. The lab was just the same with touching the sensitive areas and the hand job and sucking the cum. You had quite an... assortment of cocks, most average, a couple dinky, and two were huge. With bulbous heads, and one was uncircumcised. That was different. You were looking forward to getting better acquainted with that one especially.You had taken to memorizing the size and shape of each cadet, who you had sucked so far. A lot of visions to help with your nightly. We started fucking twice a day, three times a day on Sundays. We still feared an unwanted pregnancy, but that fear was COMPLETELY overcome by the pleasure we had from the THRILL OF THE RISK. Our sex talk while we fucked was mostly about getting pregnant and having babies, even though we didn't really want a baby yet. We had discovered our fetish--our pregnancy risk fetish--and it was both overwhelming and delicious. Every day we were counting the minutes to get off work, return home, slip. “Don’t tell me this. I don’t want to know about how cum tasted in your mouth. I don’t want to think about how excited my brother’s dick was and how much you came on your stepson’s chest.”“Are you touching yourself?” I asked.“No,” Abby lied. “You probably want me to. I bet you would totally get off if I touched myself. Do you want me to rub my clit?”“Only if you aren’t too drunk,” I said. “I don’t want you to regret anything. But I’ll tell you everything in detail if you want to come.” Phone to. ‘You were at the Hyatt in Atlanta, and you slept well after Charity’s visit,’ I reminded him. ‘Yeah, OK.’ He clearly remembered where he was, and was ready to tell me about what happened next. Which made my job easy. ‘The next several days was more of the surreal vacation in Atlanta. Every day through Friday, I went to the CDC to do tests. And inadvertently to learn slightly more about diseases and vaccines and stuff like that. ‘And every evening went something like the first one had..