More! I need more cum. God I can’t believe it. I must have like fifty pounds of cum inside me. How much sperm is that? Gotta be in the trillions. Pr...bably more sperm cells inside me than actual cells. Am I more horse cum than human? 50 lbs of water is 6 gallons. An impossible feat. Ask if her ovaries cared about the laws of physics. She clamps down again. The horses bottom out and punish her greediness. The pressure inside her was too great. I can’t keep it down any longer! Cum squeezed its way. Will you get her a corsage and go in a nice car?”I smile, “Certainly. A beautiful stretch limousine with driver. I’ll even buy her a nice dress to wear if she wants a new one.” She spins around to look at me in surprise. I don’t think Lia told her much about me. That leaves me wondering about what did they talk about in the ladies.He smiles back, “I’m forgetting my manners. I’m Joseph Martin, Professor of History at Hood College. Please call me Joe. Your accent gives away your country of birth.. Somewhere his sweet, gentle but firm stroke had ignited a small flare of arousal. Initially she’d been surprised by it, but as he continued to touch her the arousal only built and his hands felt so good touching her… “Mhm... Don’t stop this massage Talan, I’m enjoying it,” Alya said softly. He smiled slightly, “I can tell. I’ll keep going then,” his hands move from her legs to her back and started to move upwards, away from her rear. Alya almost squirmed under his touch, frustrated. She wanted. It would have been nice if he had called to tell her. Just as she was starting to put out the candles the door bell rang and made her jump. As she walked to the foyer another bolt of lightening struck nearby….lighting the shape at the door. It was Allen, late but never the less he had shown up. When she opened the door the first wave of rain hit with a blast of warm air blowing into the house. ‘Come on in,’ she called over her shoulder as she ran to the parlor to shut the open windows. ‘Would.