My whole sexual life, from what i can remember, i have been absolutely fascinated with the female body, to me it has so much potential and a lot of my...teries. The more i learn about my own body, the more i want to try. About 3 years ago, my boyfriend had asked me if i had ever squirted. I had heard of it, but never thought anything else of it. So, when he asked me, i was quite turned on by the idea. I did some research and found many discussions on the g-spot and female ejaculation. I was soooo. She held the kiss for a few seconds then pulled back. "Hi!" she breathed huskily. "Still mad at me?" I think I could be talked into forgiving you," I replied, kissing her nose and leaning my forehead against hers. "Has anyone ever told you that you're sneaky?" Why Jimmy! You make it sound like I had the whole thing planned." The thought had crossed my mind." Really? I'm shocked. But now that you mention it, several thoughts have been crossing my mind lately. Like what these really taste like.". " I wasn't sure if there was anything that I could say that would convince me to stay and thought of leaving. I knew I couldn't though. Because as shy as I was at school I still cared a lot about other people, especially him. I decided that I would stick around no matter what until I had found out was wrong."I can't leave." "Why not?"“I know you were crying. I want to know why so I can try and help." I told you I wasn't crying!" As he yelled he quickly got up from the rock and started toward me. ‘Isn’t it lovely, to have made such splendid new friends,’ Mr Parslow enthused, pushing his thick trunk to the back of my throat as I looked up at him adoringly. It was a miracle we made it to the bedroom, but Mr Parslow was a man of discipline, and nothing was going to prevent him from his desired finale. He’d fuck me like a barbarian less than an hour later - but not until he’d unloaded his precious cargo all over my face, just so he could add to his assemblage of portraiture. I sat upright.