Then do that again and keep doing it for days and weeks until you felt you could stop it without the squeezing.I decided to give it a go. Taking about...ten sheets of toilet paper, I wanked until I was about to cum and then squeezed. It worked. I did it again and again it worked. The third time I allowed myself to cum and it shot up over the paper and onto my shirt.There was no disguising it, so I took the shirt off and washed it with soap before heading to the kitchen with a bare chest and no. Due to my being upset she was sitting next to me and on seeing me so upset she started to hug me. She was wearing a T Shirt and a salwar. On hugging her I realised that she was not wearing any Bra and as my hand moved along her back, it slipped down and I realised she was not wearing any underwear either. This I realised later was normal for her after a swim and she would generally not wear a Bra & panty.I kept moving my hand up and down and by mistake my hand went into her T-shirt and I could. In fact no one seemed to play by any hard and fast rules in California. You just never knew what to expect next. Sure, I was in California, but I think deep down, I was really looking for the East Coast girl.I was no longer fixated on the throbing breasts, poping, out of their bikini tops, kind of girls with the great suntans. Rather I was just in search of a fairly attractive looking girl that I could share the day with and maybe even have an intelligent conversation with.So, I headed out on. Three sets of eyes widened in surprise."You know I love you, Patrick," Victoria answered."Victoria, do you trust me? Really trust me? Trust me with your life?" I asked. Eyes widened more at the deviation from The Ceremony."You know I trust you with my life, Patrick. Do what you must do; I'm happy to help." Victoria, you're the only one that can save Cindi now. I need your help," I said formally."You have it. I don't know what you think I can do, though," Victoria answered, confused."You have a.