"Yes, dear, almost there," said the proud mother, "you're being such a good boy...now I want you to spurt your semen for all of us, sweetheart...come ...or mommy...come for mommy..."At that moment, Thomas's oldest sister Karen stepped up to his other side and held a glass bowl in front of his penis so as to catch his semen when he ejaculated, leaving about eight inches of space so that all the ladies would have a clear view of each spurt as it launched out of his darkly-swollen pink head.Karen. ’ I had a job and so did Sheila. Actually, Sheila had three jobs. Given our schedules, it was amazing how much quality time we had already managed. Fiery, I use the term advisedly, orgasms were wonderful, but intimacy is made up of little courtesies and helpful thoughts. In a small epiphany, I realized that this is what was lacking in all my previous lovers. They may have been technically gifted, but they were not putting me before themselves. To be fair, neither had I. With Sheila, it seemed. .", she stammered."What is this? Is this a joke?", she asked very sternly.But before I could come up with any explanation at all, she suddenly said, in a much lighter tone, "Oh wait...I get it....okay......let's see it...pull it out!"Which confused me. But she was looking expectantly at me."Well come on...", she said.So I stood up, wet hair dripping down my back, and undid my jeans. Reached down inside my underwear and worked it free.It popped out and the head slapped up against my stomach,. How about Saturday?” I knew better than to argue with her. On Saturday, while in the car on the 45 minute drive to the theater, I asked her what she was wearing under the trench coat. She smiled and said, “You’ll see. Spontaneity, Sweetie, Spontaneity!” When we arrived at the theater, we got out of the car and Kelly took off her trench. I shook my head, and the corners of my lips rose in a big smile. Kelly was wearing kind of an emo-like outfit. Knee high black socks with pink stripes on.