“No, we can’t go again now,” she giggled again, “it’s too late, they’ll be home soon, and I am sure we have some clearing up to do.”
“So, you meant ‘not now’, does that mean…?”
“Shut up and pass me your damp shirt before you pull out, I’ll use it to catch anything…you know…that might come out and lessen the mess.” she said, ignoring my remark.
“So, I guess we call this game a draw?” I asked, tongue in cheek, as I pulled my cock from her soaking pussy while she manoeuvred the shirt under herself.
She stopped and looked straight at me, “I’ll think about it.” she said, a strange look in her eye.