This was an incredibly sexy, hairless pussy belonging to an incredibly sexy, non-gold-digger woman. At least, John assumed that Lisa wasn't a gold-digger. If she really were a gold-digger, she sure hid that fact very well, because she hadn't even wanted to ride in John's fancy Lincoln Town Car, when they had left Fred's bar for her place. Instead, she had insisted that they take her modest Chevy Nova over to her apartment, although she did ask John to drive. Then John slowly rubbed the circumcised head of his penis up and down along the wet crack of Lisa's sweet pussy a few times. And once his dick-head was well-lubricated with her womanly juices, he eased the head of his penis into Lisa's vaginal small tits opening. John was amazed at how snugly Lisa's vagina fit around his penis. Her vagina felt to him like it belonged to a young teenage girl, instead of a full-grown woman. An uneasy thought struck John from out of the blue, and he didn't hesitate to verbalize it to Lisa. "I sure hope you didn't forget to take your Pill today," he said, almost jokingly. "What Pill?" Lisa replied. "You mean you're not on The Pill?" he incredulously asked. "Of course not, Silly, I don't use any birth control. What made you think that?" John was positive that his pre-cum was still oozing out of the head of his penis. And for a moment, he wasn't voyeur sure what he should do. Part of him just wanted to run away from this entire situation. To just pull his dick out of Lisa's welcoming pussy, and get the hell indian out of Dodge. But another part of him was just as preoccupied with rationalizing away this "unforeseen turn-of-events." He figured that he might have already released more than enough sperm cells just inside the entrance of Lisa's fuck-hole to get her pregnant--if that was what was destined to happen--and so he might as well go ahead and finish off the act. That way, at least he would have a great orgasm to show for his efforts--even if Lisa did later become pregnant. Besides that, John had already been thinking about Lisa in more serious terms than he cared to admit. And if she did end up getting pregnant, he knew that he would probably buy her the nicest wedding ring that he could find. Of course, this rationalizing part of John's mind quickly won out over the scared part, just like it tends to do in most men who find themselves in similar sexual situations. But John was still so shocked by this disturbing "piece of news"...("Our top story tonight: Lisa Chadwick is the only 27-year-old, single, sexually-active woman left in America who doesn't use any form of birth control at all. Stay tuned for further details.")...that he became a temporary statue. "Hey, Earth to John. Are you there? I asked you a question?" Lisa prodded. "Well...I...I guess...I...just assumed that--" John stammered away. "Don't worry, John, you can't get me pregnant, if that's what you're worried about," Lisa assured him. Then she rolled her eyes back into her head as she said amateur to herself out-loud, "Oh, Lisa, you stupid idiot. Of course he's worried about getting you pregnant. He's lick a guy, for Christ's sake. Duhhh!" Lisa immediately directed her attention back to John. "Look. The effect of that would be that the lick tension of the rope would increase and decrease therefore raising and lowering what ever (or whoever) was on the other end. New couples quickly get plenty of opportunities with the "varsity players." He picked them up. "The condoms must transmit some signal," Aja mused, trying to engage the analytical part of her brain to distract herself. Her small breasts rose and fell in her thin, blue blouse. Tears were running down her cheek and she was sobbing loudly. "You'd need another Captain General to sign on for that, which means CG Barberi." With the estimate of a half quart each time she was bred her womb holding as much as 2 quarts Valerie visualized two quart jars of pig sperm expanding her uterus to a pregnant state. I'm so horny. Donna sat on the edge of the couch, rubbing her pussy frantically, fingering her cunt with two fingers on one hand, rubbing her clit with the other. I took small tits bath and wore a skimpy low cut blouse without bra. “So,” I said, something tickling my head, “you said an elf killed Vebrin and was looking—” She grinded against me making sure she took as much in as she could and I think she was just as turned on as I was based on the sounds of her moans. “Yes, you do.” I whispered, “She loved poetry.” Then I noticed her crotch. She was right. They had to be less then twelve inches wide and under two foot long because the scanning equipment was actually inserted in the anuses of the safety control officers. Orihime popped her mouth off Ruri's nipple. 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