We texted and then I met her at her house. She told me to open the door whenever I got there. Her door was unlocked, so I opened it. The light was ver... dim, but I could not tell whether she was naked standing at the kitchen looking at the opposite way from the front door. She was taller than me; she was perhaps about 6 feet tall. Height did not matter for me though. Once she turned on the light, looking at me from the end of the room, she reveals herself to me, and yes she was naked. She had. Then I said what do you mean by squirt then she said you don’t know squirt, haven’t you saw that thing in porn, I replied no, she said that squirt means that while your fucking you flush out urinate thing, that make you so crazy, have your husband fucked in that way she asked me I was dumb in thinking,She said may be not it’s not possible for everyone to fuck like that, and need to be thankful to god that my husband is of that kind she fucks so, great.In fact he can satisfy any women, I felt so. Not a desert!" He resumed his feasting and she began to moan and wiggle happily.She enjoyed his tongue-fucking, he could tell, but when his tongue become too tired to continue it, he discovered that she was as enthusiastic about the way he twitted her clit and nibbled it with his lips."Tom! Oh, I didn't know... it could feel so good... like this!" Her ass was grinding on the stone floor, making little thrusts upward to meet his mouth, and her virgin juices ran like a fountain in the cup of her. I took off my bikini and wow! It DID feel nice, all that warm water gently caressing my skin as I floated naked in the tub. It was probably the start of my nudist career. So there we were floating around in the hot water, naked, talking. Then he asked me if I’d had sex and how I liked it. Except for a fumbling finger-session with a boy under a blanket on a choir trip bus and being in a sleeping bag naked with Marcia LaFontayne at a sleep-over, I hadn’t, but wasn’t going to admit it. So I said I.