It was like she wanted us as coupled as we could get. There was only one thing that would override the kiss, and her mouth pulled away from mine."Oh, ...nnghhhh, Dannnnn! Hard!"And I knew she was there. I stopped running calculations in my head. I could let myself go, because my Cindy, my little mate, was THERE. She pushed her pussy up to get me as deep as she could, her little clitty pressing against the base of my dick as she came. And I came. Hard. Like I was squirting fire. One! Two! Three!. ‘What?’ I tried not to grin, but how could I not? The love of my life, the woman I wanted to spend my life, gave me a dirty look. She had agreed that I could pick her movie for the drive-in. For a brilliant woman, she occasionally made mistakes. That would be why she was currently decked out in white stockings, heels, white blouse without a bra, and a short jean skirt–without, of course, panties. It went wonderfully with her naturally pale skin and contrasted even better with her long, dark. Just how the wonder controls the mind is amazing.In answering a feedback email about my stories, I noticed her text and immediately assumed, well, you are just not doing it right. LOL"Great story, I'm not quite a squirter more of a dribbler. But I lovereading about other women who can squirt. Keep up the great work."Hmm... How do you do it right? Well, it's all about understanding women, girls, broads, dames, hotties, and, well, it just can't be done. I can only guess God just didn't want us to. " Hey Diane. What's up?" Have you heard? There's an assembly today." Yeah, I heard about it. But I forgot about it in the aftermath of the conference." What conference?" Lucy asked."My parents came in all concerned about the Program." Oh no. That had to be not good." Not good at all." Was there a lot of shouting?" Amazingly enough, no." I thought you said your mother was upset with it all." She was. She and dad both showed up. Ms. Q. was ready for them and honestly discussed the Program's.