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I was shocked and as I held the condom full of cum, I told her it was my cum. Taylor continued to be upset; I didn’t know why, but thought that she must have felt that I had cum in her. I watched as she reached down fingering her pussy and as soon as she did, she realized how wet she was and looking at her fingers and seeing her own cum, she immediately looked at me. I could see Taylor was distraught and in a confused voice she said, “What’s this.” I was shocked that she had to ask, and wondered to myself, “How old are you,” but after a pause I smiled at her and explained it was her cum not mine as I held up the condom again. She was frantically trying to piece things together in her mind as to what happened and in an attempt to calm her I asked, “Are you okay.” Taylor leaned forward and said, “I don’t want to get pregnant, I didn’t want you to cum in me.” I was shaken, and looking at her said, “I didn’t, all my cum is in here,” showing Big Tits her the condom again. I quickly she got off the bed and hurried out into the hallway and into the bathroom. “Oh my god,” I thought to myself, as I riding flushed the condom down the toilet and I went back to her bedroom, but doggy style she wasn’t there. I sat there worried, but eventually she came back and sitting on the edge of the bed. I tried to tell her not to worry and said, “You don’t have to worry, okay.” Taylor seemed to be thinking about something but nodded her head in agreement. It was obvious that she was worrying about something and after a pause, she again got up and said she’d be right back. She again hurried out of the bedroom and into the bathroom out in the hallway. I was really nervous as I sat there thinking about what had happened, eventually deciding I should probably get going and as I got up, and started to get dressed, Taylor came back. She had a towel wrapped around and as she came closer she said, “What’s wrong?” I didn’t know what to say but as I continued to get dressed I told her that I should probably get going. Taylor now sat next to me and as I finished putting on my shirt, she leaned over kissing me on the cheek. When I didn’t respond right away she asked, “Are you mad?” I wasn’t mad, I was scared and after a pause, I looked at her and said, “No, I’m sorry,” and continued by saying, “I don’t want you to worry.” Taylor leaned into me, hugging me and said, “Don’t worry, I’m okay.” I nodded my head and kissing her on the head, I got up and I told her that she should come over to my house sometime. Taylor smiled and as she nodded her head, she stood up and walked with me down the stairs. I quickly got my dog on the leash and headed toward the front door. Taylor opened the door, and as I stepped out, I turned, took Taylor’s hand and told her thanks for having me over. 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