Maybe we could be a threesome like my mom, dad, and Stacy. If you decided she was a better choice for you, I’d support you in that decision though i... might bring tears of loss to my eyes if you said you never wanted to see me again.”“Would you change any of what you said if we were to get married?”Jillian thought a few seconds. “I don’t think so. That’s a kind of ‘What if?’ situation and the real answer may be different from that when the time comes. A marriage within the description I. I didn't know that much about it and what made it do what it did, but I definitely know I leak a milky fluid, heavily, when I orgasm from there. If I got into the rhythm of it, I knew I could spurt or shoot the fluid. One thing I did know for sure, I was going to cum, and real soon.My first waves of spasm were hitting when I felt a hard jolt coming from deep within me. I tried to keep my mouth busy with licking and sucking on and around his sack, but I feared hurting him and I raised my head to. Tonight was Sharon and her husbands Jim's fifteenth wedding anniversary and Nan had volunteered to be the boys baby sitter.Nan arrived at the Miller house just after seven in the evening and when the door opened she saw that Jim and Sharon almost ready to leave for the evening."Hi Nan," Jim said as he ushered her into the house. "Hi auntie Nan" both boys said in unison. Sharon came out of the kitchen, hugged Nan and thanked her for being available on a Friday night. "You are a jewel Nan, a real. But unlike every other Saturday since we'd been meeting there, there was something different about the way Mike was acting, which included the almost goofy looking smile on his face."Ok, spill it!" I told him as we went into the locker room in preparation for taking a shower and heading home again."What?" You KNOW what!" I responded somewhat irritated, as it hadn't been the first time I had questioned him today either. But each time that I had, he merely shrugged his shoulders, though that same.