“Uhhh…oh god, here it….COMES!!!” I shouted, as my cock exploded, shooting stream after stream of hot cum at her. The first, biggest jet came t...o fast, and covered the right side of her face, all the way past her eye into her hair. She quickly caught on though, and moved to compensate my orgasming aim, and she managed to get most of the rest into her open mouth. A few drops landed on her chin, and some even dripped in between her perfect breasts. With a final smile, she gulped down my milky. As I left the Bodega and began to walk back towards Matt’s place I reconsidered what I was doing and decided that showing up on Matt’s doorstep, unannounced, wasn’t the best idea I’d had. So with a reluctant hitch in my step I walked past Matt’s little cottage and walked back home, trying to figure out what it was I wanted. Practice for the rest of the week was a comedy of avoidance. I did everything but bury my head in a towel to avoid Matt. I was beginning to feel embarrassed by what had. After struggling hard, my wife broke away and tried to flee across the yard towards the kitchen, but the huge man grabbed her within a few feet. He wrapped her body from behind, squeezing roughly her nice sweet tits. I could see her nipples had got hard between his darker fingers. He mauled her firm tits from behind as Anita screamed, yelling out for help.After he grew tired of that, Pedro dragged my wife back over to the kitchen full length window. He threw her up against it, her face pinned. It was just like back then, except there was no one across the table. He hoped the food would be as fantastic as before! He was never an intellectual but he remembered a character from the ‘Peanuts’ cartoon strip saying Thomas Wolfe (he thought) was right ‘You can’t go home again.’ Steve always took this to mean, you cannot relive something from the past. But it didn’t stop people trying! Sixteen years ago he first tasted fried eggplant. He’d tried it numerous times since, at so many Greek.