Even outside the smell of coffee was so strong that I could almost taste it. Looking in the window of the coffee shop, it was obvious where most peopl... were taking refuge. All the tables were occupied and everyone had a steaming hot mug in front of them. People were chatting and laughing and quite happy to be inside. I resumed walking slowly down the street looking into the shop windows as I passed them. In the baby items store I saw a pregnant brunette woman and a raven haired woman looking at. “Oooh, this is nice Tom. No wonder mom said you were good. Look how you are leaking at the end already.”It was true. My precum had been leaking long before she got her hands on me and now it was streaming from me in a long thin strand, waving with her strokes until it caught on her forearm and broke free. “Another of daddy’s friends likes me to do this for him and then he likes to shoot off onto my face. Would you like that too Tom? I bet you would, and I’d love to see you do that for me and. Girls in any of those categories to me are Spunk Queens. Girls I’ve worshiped have embraced that term, and one, on a video She did for me, asks – “so, am I a spunk queen Graham?! All those men spunking over me?!” That answered the final question, if it hadn’t already been answered - do girls know what men do with their photos and videos? That lovely Spunk Queen obviously did, and She liked that. I love it. I do miss the innocence of those early times, though the innocence was probably all mine,. Krissell, if you meet the woman I might marry and she tells you that she picked you out for me to talk with, would you consider being a mistress?Really, she is here and she picked me out?Truly Krissell. Do you want to meet her? I will only introduce the two of you if you will agree to come with us tonight and see how we work out together. If it works well you will no longer be in a bed spacer ever again.Sure I will meet her.I text Ganda and ask her to join us. Two minutes later Ganda walks up.