When I touched her clit with the tip of my tongue, I knew I had control of her body. She almost exploded from that brief touch. As I continued to ravi...h her labia and vaginal opening with my tongue, I only touched her clit every now and then, staying away from it most of the time. I finally reached in with my first two fingers, curling them up to locate and pleasure her G-spot. I found it and her rapid response to that fondling let me know she was barely holding back. After a brief period of. Pain in my head. Have I mentioned the pain? And that damn ringing again. This shitty old phone ringtone almost every iPhone used. Please ... not now. This pain ... oh my God.“Stop this damn ringing!” was what I wanted to shout in a loud and assertive voice. A muffled “Hmmmbbmmm...” was what escaped my mouth. Finally my brain cleared enough to make me realize that it was my own phone that nearly killed me acoustically.“Anything you want to do about it?” someone asked me.Hey, that voice was. My wife is REALLY SEXY! She is a squirter. Yep a real life squirter. Every thing you have imagined about squirter’s is true. They are ALL horny and they like to squirt. Squirt is NOT pee. It really is female ejaculate. She squirts so much that she carries an extra pair of underwear everywhere she goes.Well any way, my wife started to squirt. When the couple a row ahead and to the right noticed her light panting. They both looked back over their left shoulders saw her. My wife got even more. Without thinking much about it I whipped out my wallet and showed her my driver's license. She gave it a careful going over and then called a colleague—apparently her boss—to look at it, too.The second woman also studied it, glancing back and forth to compare me with the photo. Finally she nodded, apparently satisfied at last."Why?" came Susan's voice suddenly in my head. "Why are they being so careful?"It seemed a fair question, so I asked it. The two nurses looked at each other for a minute..