She met it with an equal force of her own, the sudden unexpected, unanticipated deluge of her own spurting. I felt the force of it as it literally spr...yed out, nearly dislodging me. The rapture of her liquid climax bathing the two of us, soaking the ground, the platform, and everything else as well. My own discharge meeting hers, joining it, and then backwashed as she continued to spurt long, almost continuous streamers of girl spunk into the night.All about us came the cries of similar. It springs up, rock hard. The head oozes precum, already slippery. I slide my hand up and down his cock. He moans harder. "Ohhh, yes. Oh, yeah," he groans.I felt my pussy squirt a little. I bought my other hand down to my pussy and started fingering myself. It was easy to slide my finger in, and I imagined my father's cock going inside."You naughty girl. You haven't been wearing panties?" he says, rubbing his own balls.I don't answer as I bring my mouth to his dick. It's slippery. My tongue. I sat down at the kitchen table and began stroking myself while watching some videos on my computer. There was a knock at the door. With an election a week ago my door has been inundated with campaigners knocking on it. Assuming it was another one I ignored it and continued stroking my hard cock through my pantyhose. The knock continued so I put on my robe to go shoo them away. I opened the door and to my horror it was the dishwasher repair man. I had forgotten my wife told me the night. “You’re wanting Bobo aren’t you Becky? You’re too late,Bobo is gone, I think he moved on to Kansas City.” This time my rejection was to a black man, but withoutasking Debbie said she would see if she could locate him.I went on with my daily routines of being a mother,teacher and neglected by Don.*A week later Tammy phoned. “I know Don is there,” shewhispered. “But Debbie located Bobo and he said to meethim at the Kingdom Motel, room 104, Saturday.