John was a bit put off by this. He didn't really know Sasha that well, so it was understandable that he didn't know that she was religious. 'Am I going to feel bad about this later?' he thought. He needed to consider this a bit.
He pulled her hand off his dick, and she went back and sat on his bed again. "Was it OK?" she asked again. He thought it odd that she seemed so detached, despite how he'd wished she would be enthusiastic.
"For a first time, I guess so. You were holding on a bit tight and not really moving that much," he replied.
"Well, you were already hard, so I figured you didn't need much to get ready for your wife. I hope she appreciates the help."
"My wife?" John replied. 'What the hell?'
"Well of course. Jennifer asked me to help you get ready since she's so busy. It's really admirable that you're already trying to get your wife pregnant, most people are all wishy-washy about waiting till after college. I hope she gets here soon, or you'll go soft."
There was the sound of a key rattling in the door, followed a few second later by a light knocking. "John, could you let me in dear? My key doesn't seem to be working," came a female voice through the door. |