And I forced myself to keep going until the thing that had made my pussy want to stop there bobbed in front of my eyes."Hey, Sweet Baby," I cooed to h...s cock, as I stroked him up and down with my finger tips.Bob moaned."You are such a Big Boy." I bleated softly and looked up at Bob's face. I just loved the look in his eye when I reminded him he was the wolf and I was the lamb. Then I looked back at his organ and spoke to it again. "You do all this for little ol' me?" No!" Bob shouted.I giggled. As large an appetite I have for these things, this particular girls inability to contain her squirting set a backdrop of some pretty embarrassing after scenes for her, the manager and the cleaner who had to deal with the aftermath and had no idea that I was the culprit and not poor Yannick who was always doing the deed. To be far he might also be ploughing into this piece of ass and who wouldn’t at least try. Somehow I doubt it though, never bite the hand that feeds and after finger blasting. “Done.” Mom said.“Mom, if I wanted to change schools because of what happened to Jamie would you be alright with that?” I asked.“I don’t know honey. I mean it didn’t really happen to you.” Mom said.“Yeah, but I was part of it and it bothers me. I hear kids saying bad stuff about Jamie all the time.” I said.“Do you want to change schools because of what happened or to be with Jamie?” Mom asked.“Both I guess.” I said honestly.“We’d have to discuss it with your father.” Mom said.“Alright.” I. It started to make me uncomfortable, though at the same time, it was so familiar and comforting. I was torn, though I didn't say anything to Mom about it. In fact, we had never talked about it before, which also started to seem weird.Dad and I took a camping vacation the summer between 9th and 10th grade. We canoed through a vast series of lakes up in Canada, portaging up to a mile between each one. It was grueling, but beautiful. Dad and I really renewed our relationship in those two weeks. I.