She felt him tense, felt the twitching within his scrotum, felt theonrushing spunk as it coursed up his shaft, rippling beneath her hand,before shooti...g hot and hard into her willing mouth. She clamped herlips around his shaft as it pulsed within her mouth, shooting the hotseed of life deep within her hungry mouth. Like a metronome she gulpedevery last drop of his fluid down into her body, revelling in thesensations as the heat suffused its way down her oesophagus, beforesettling like a warm. Somehow, Timothy had come loose from the confines of his boxers and the angle I had his cock at was bang on target...if that was my intended target.The cum shot was epic, not long ropes of cum, more like a spray, flying everywhere. I dubbed him the Messy Cummer.While Timothy sorted out his mess and put his boxers and jeans together, I sc****d the cum off my wrist with the little wooden spatula and mixed it into my coffee.Caramel latte and good cum equals win.It was a miracle we got away with. Rebecca and Colleen sat up a little straighter to hear my version of the truth. We were in the living room of our suite, enjoying quiet time. The babies had been up, fed, played with, changed, and put down for a later morning nap, and we all decided to gather on the three sofas and take-a-talk."I think they decided to try and scare me into pitching poorly. The first guy did it without thinking about it. When I went to pick up the ball he bunted he knew he needed to knock me over to avoid being. I had learned love comeswith limits, that after eight years or so, your lover can turn on youand toss you aside. I had learned to take each day as a holiday, everyhour as a blessing.I looked at her."For a long time," I whispered."No," she said. "For forever."* * *Her apartment was on the east side, a two-level townhouse. There werejeans on her floor, clutter in the kitchen. Hell, Mary Ellen needed asissy.I leaned down to pick up the jeans."What are you doing, sissy girl?" she said, scolding."I.