Fortunately, he’s not very jealous, or he would have interrogated me for sure.”
She left and I haven’t seen her since, and my mind was stuck on this strange theory of telegony. She complained that there was no point in having Mondays off because nowhere she wanted to go was open anyway. Just the day before her 18th birthday, she came to my door again, knocked, and after I let her into the apartment, she asked me directly:
“How do I look? Do I look more mature? I opened the “gates of heaven” a little wider and moved my cock closer to them starting to rub the entrance gently until I felt it was wet enough to penetrate. “Anyway, keep it handy somewhere, because it was so good that I’ll come to repeat this scheme as often as possible.”
She kept her word because every few days she still came to see what I was doing with my dick and sometimes she was on the run but most of the time when her parents weren’t home she would stay for
