He said that some men produce a lot more semen, and some with a condition called hyperspermia can shoot two tablespoons, which is thirty milliliters, ...nd sometimes much more. I had no way of measuring Matt’s loads, but his looked like more than two tablespoons to me.My Uncomfortable Conversation with MattI took a couple of six packs of beer with me when I went over to visit Matt in the apartment he moved into after the divorce. We sat on his couch as I struggled with myself to get up the. I saw her walking towards the kitchen and she stopped at the door and asked me if I need anything. I asked for water and she went into the kitchen.I heard her doing something and I wanted to try my luck. I walked into the kitchen. She was cooking something and she wore a new nightrobe, a velveteen. I just wanted to hug her and make her bend over and put my cock inside her.I stood in a side and watched her thighs and belly shake as she moved. My cock was out of my control a long time ago.She. This time I insert two fingers deep into your pussy. With the palm of my hand resting on your clit i begin to move my fingers in a come here motion. With the pressure of my palm on your clit and the movement of my fingers your gasps turn to low soft moans of pleasure. I stop what I am doing and slowly slide my fingers out of your pussy and remove my hand from your dress before offering my two fingers to your mouth for you to taste yourself. My cock is straining In my jeans so I whisper into. “Well, I could take you, if you would like?” My stomach lurched, my voice screaming through my head, did I hear that right? Did he really ask me out? NO WAY! Trying to control the tremor in my voice, I squeaked back, “Yeah, that’d be great,” then I spun round and darted for the door.I was a studious 17 year old, a good girl. I never got into trouble, didn’t drink, smoke or dabble in drugs. Still a virgin, but I was full of desire, desperate to experience everything my body craved. I had often.