” I did as I was told and then he said, “Now, push out like your pooping and the cum should come out, just let it fall onto the glass table so you...can see what it looks like.” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yeah, trust me, I really love what you're doing right now.” With that I started to push out the cum, nothing was coming out at first, so I stuck a finger in my ass and moved it around a bit then tried to push cum out again. All of a sudden I let out a loud sloppy sounding fart and the cum started. " Aw, come off it," he muttered. "It was just a fluke. I probably couldn't do it again if I had to." He took another nugget out of his pouch, laying it on the ground where the first one had been. "Here. I'll show you."Again, he focused his attention. It seemed easier, as though he had found the trick of it. He strove with all his might to make it move, his former anger replaced by an inner certainty, and this time he succeeded! The nugget stirred, straining to rise, wavering free of the ground. “I am the damn idiot who let you stay the night in my recliner after you spilled your drink in my lap and then bullied your way into my taxi,” I told him. “Now I am going to play good Samaritan once again and go wash your clothes after you have a shower. I have a robe behind the bathroom door you can use. Everything you need is in the bathroom.”As I turned to leave, Matt called out, “My name is Matt. What is your name?”“Riley,” I said as I headed to the living room to track down his clothes to. As he looked at one well-endowed girl setting up a chaise lounge, his mind wandered. What would it be like to tickle her; to watch her squirm and squeal helplessly? He’d goosed his wife on occasion, but their sex life was fairly vanilla. And she didn’t have the body of some eighteen-year-old girl that was for sure. As he watched the other girls set up their equipment and strip off their t-shirts and track pants, revealing taut skin, firm bottoms and breasts that were full and hadn’t been.