" "You one nasty, cruel, fat assed ho, oh and there's just one other thing that I demand of my slut wife bitches!!!" "W-what is it," she fairly shriek...d, "just tell me, anything at all, just name it!!!" "Weeell," he said slowly, "I must have your assurance that once you've sucked me off and swallowed every bit of my cum, that you'll allow me to climb on top of you and jam you until I shoot another load deep inside of your plump mexican pussy!!!" "Sweet god in heaven," she moaned, "you can fuck. I kept trying, but I found out he’s seeing another woman,” she said without any hesitation.“Then what’s the point? Why don’t you make yourself happy?” I asked her putting my left hand on her waist and adjusting the thick bangs across her forehead with my fingers.She thought for a minute and said, “Only if you won’t act like a baby. No talk about marriage and all.”“I promise,” I said and kissed her lips. She welcomed me with her tongue.We signed out and took an auto to a nearby mall. Very few. "Well, I'm a squirter." My heart skipped a beat. The holy grail of sexual abilities has coaxed 'me' into her board room and is now apologizing?! "But not just a squirter, a big time squirter. I just don't want it to scare you, you know? My last two boyfriends weren't able to handle it and I don't want it to scare you when it happens." she finished, her eyes wide with a tinge of concern in her cheeks.She had no way of knowing that the more she could squirt, the happier I would be. I didn't. Where did you get it?”“Built it,” was the universal reply.“Really?”“Yup ... Flintlock 101 first semester 1977.”“Your instructor?”“Karen Post.”“A girl?”“Yeah.”“She know anything?”“You should see what she built as a teaching aid.”“That good?”“Makes mine look like a stick.” He said, “She’s got her own shop ... big old log cabin east of town. Machine tools up the ass. Funny ... she built hers mostly with a hammer and files ... but the tools helped keep the holes straight. She built all of it except.