"What happened then?" I asked. He thought for a moment.

"Well, it was weird," he said. "We'd spent all day, all weekend, putting up appearances. And we were finally basically alone for the first time and could relax. But we'd gotten so worked up over the afternoon and evening. Hell, we had just been having pretend sex and my cock was still rock hard and dripping with her juices. I knew I at least had to finish myself off, but without the need to prove to anyone else that we were actually in love, it felt wrong to ask her to help me."

"Yeah, that makes sense," I said. I...