But She’s the only one who’s made me pants-spunk twice in one day, who’s made me cum in my pants as many as 3 or 4 times on one pic, who’s mad... me fill my pants with spunk on the very first pic I’ve looked at. What happens is - I’ve ‘reviewed’ a lot of the worship material I’ve done for Her, and done a worship sheet for the pic that made me spunk my pants last time, maybe a worship video too, then gone back to Her set I’m currently on, clicked on the pic that made me pants-spunk last time, then. I remembered aday in college when I was beginning to think of Jennifer as more ofa steady girlfriend. It was a Friday night and I decided thatinstead of going out partying I would call Jennifer that eveningand see if she just wanted to get some dinner and hang out. I wasstill getting to know her and I wanted some quiet time with her.Even though it was early in the relationship we were talking almostevery day and we knew each other's schedules, so I was surprisedwhen she did not answer the. Her soapy, hard-nippled breasts touched the glass. The intruder held his breath and watched, his one hand toying with the handcuffs in his belt.When Shana turned her back to him again, he finally made his move. Darting into the bathroom, he tore open the shower door. Shana gasped as her body was seized from behind. A hand cupped her mouth to muffle her screams, but it wasn't necessary. It all seemed to happen in the same instant and Shana was lost in a state of confusion as she was pulled out. Moments like this one, my back shoved unceremoniously against the wall, eyes to the heavens while irrepressible staccato gasps are forced from my slack jaws with every sharp thrust. The wall clock above my head rebounds obediently in time to our actions and I swear even Kurt Cobain and the Red Hot Chili Peppers are judging me from nearby posters. Not that I’m able to reflect upon how far I’ve fallen, from innocent to insatiable within such a short period. His hands support my weight, clutching.