We slowing started talking about more -personally, matters and soon the conversation went like this –Me: Do you have a boyfriend?Lydia: No? But why ...id you ask me that?Me: Well, you are so pretty and any guy would love to be your boyfriend.Lydia: Oh, thanks!Me: so, really? Don’t you have a boyfriend?Lydia: Yeah, really. I don’t. Do you have a girlfriend?Me: No… I wish I can have a girlfriend like you!Lydia smiles naughtily and then laughed.Me: why you are laughing?Lydia: because you are trying. I watch in amazement as you scoot under me and open your mouth wide. I’m gushing, my female ejaculation spilling into your open mouth like honey from the rock. I watch you worship at the altar of my cunt.I am woman, hear me roar as I come.Oh yes! Yes! Yes!Just when I think that it’s over you run your face up into my pussy. My lips open amazingly releasing even more cream into your hungry mouth, enveloping your nose and mouth in a musky, sticky embrace. I wish that I could press your head. Climbing under the sheet, he put his pillow over his ears, so he would not hear any more. He lay awake for a long time, wondering what he had done wrong in his life to deserve this, and what he had done wrong to Isolde that made her do this to him. Chapter XI George woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon. He sat up in bed and looked at the watch. 9:30. Oh SHIT! he thought. I’m late for work. I’d better call. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, and went downstairs to the kitchen.. Well boy did he get some hot stuff, real naked big titted females. It started on an evening I was going round to his, my plan was half an hour there then out to the park to enjoy the heat of the summer night and meet the gang; my folks and his mother were going to a garden party, his mother was being promoted and they were moving in a few months so they were using it as some sort of celebration.I changed in to shorts and a tee shirt, then, I being clever, went round as his mother was leaving.