For the next few moments, they both lay together catching their breath, hearts racing, a buzz inebriating them, keeping them floating on cloud nine, basking in the afterglow of their unadulterated fuck session. Her skin glossed with a slight sheen about it, having gotten so worked up in the midst of their lust toward one another, now making the sheets beneath her feel sticky with the residue. Andrew's cock was still buried inside her, slowly shrinking as his libido reached its maximum limit, his body strewn atop the back of hers, engulfing her in his scorching heat, trapping it against her. Their liquids mixed together, overflowing her womb and seeping out, pooling beneath their connected nether-regions.<br/><br/>When he eased off of her, she grunted at the sensation of being left completely empty again, sighing contentedly as her breathing regulated and her heart rate slowed. She forced her lids to part open, gazing at him when he relaxed beside her. She tucked herself against his side, nestling her face against the nook of his neck, wrapping an arm loosely around him, fingers on his chest. "I know. It must have something to do with those shots I get every year." She chuckled, shaking her head lightly. Men weren't very good at remembering methods the women in their lives used for birth control, after all. "Well, you know that if they are experimenting with each other, the last two they would want to find out, would be their parents. Remember how it was with us, constantly sneaking around, hiding, whispering, planning to not get caught." Perhaps Peter and Abigail were already canoodling with one another. It wasn't a thought that crossed her mind often, but now that Andrew had planted the seed, the idea would remain.