”“I did forgive you. I can forget, Donald. I will. I am looking at you, Donald. Please look at me.”“Your father won’t let me, Ann.”“Dona...d, my father is not me. I am not my father.”“Yes, yes, yes, the great Danny Thomas.”He’d waited for her to launch him. He pounced:“How does he introduce me, Ann? Let’s see,,, oh yeah, I got it:“And Ann’s power mower, (paramour) Donald Hollinger, a beat writer for a great metropolitan newspaper.”She used to have to stifle a laugh at such introduction, no more,. She was wiggling her ass and rubbing her pussy against my nose, tongue, and several times shoved her pussy hard against my chin. Faster and faster she rubbed her pussy against my mouth, the passion building in her to a nearing orgasm. I expected it would be a powerful one, since she probably hadn’t had any real sex in some years. What actually happened was a new experience for me, tho I had read about girls that “squirted”.Squirt she did. It started by a considerable increase in fluids on my. When this occurred, Pat and Van were a bit teed off with each other. This is how it happened!Even though Pat and I were still going together, she had been on a couple of dates with her God Mother's stepson. I should mention that we had been going together and had been fucking for years at this point. She had been a virgin when we met and after our first fuck, we were at it like rabbits. But I was still her only guy.I understood when she went out with, I think his name was Daniel. I mean, his. He isa really good kisser by the way. My penis started getting big in mypanties and I could feel him hardening as well. We made it into thetheater and sat in the back. We necked for like the whole first hour. After that, his hand started going up my dress. I'm glad I was wearingthe bloomers because as soon as his hand was on my leg and up a little,he could feel the ribbon on the leg of the bloomers. They went down tojust above the knee. I could tell William was confused that I was wearinga pair.