I lost it. The orgasm slammed into me. My hand shot up and down my cock in a blur. The washcloth hit the sidewalk with a wet splat. My cockhead shone ...n the sun. The hole in the end swelled open and I could see down inside. My jizz pulsed and shot up the length of my erection, shooting straight out the end. The first blast smacked me in the mouth, surprising me. The second squirted in a long, slow arc up into the air, followed by another and another. I was a geyser, squirting white juice.. ...........Peter:.........................S..S...Sorry I stammer, my names Peter, I couldn't help but notice you as you walked in, and just then when I glanced over I found it impossible to avert my gaze from your gorgeous legs. As I am talking you lean back in your chair, arching your back and accentuating the way your breasts strain at the material that barely conceals them. I lean forward and ask if you're local but my question goes un answered as you give me a smoking hot sultry look and. "Micheal, it's beautiful." It was my mother's. I'd like you to have it." Margaret looks up surprised, "No, I couldn't possibly." Yes, I'd like you to have it and maybe wear it at the wedding. I know that you have children of your own and I'll only be one by marriage, but I'm more than willing to take what I can get." Micheal explains as a tear falls down her cheek. She looks up and sees Margaret and Emily crying too. Jarod opens the door and sees them in a big hug, crying and smiling. He closes. One look and I knew something was wrong. Wendy was barely holding it together. She ignored my offered hug and pulled away from the curb. We buckled up and Wendy hit the freeway at seventy.“What is it, Tiger? Where’s Kate?”“She sent me.” Shit! The last time Kate gave Wendy an order she was in trouble and used Wendy to get a message to us. Wendy’s terse statement indicated that this had been an order and she wasn’t happy.“Where is she?”“Studio.”“Is she alone?” Wendy shook her head. “A model?”.
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