"dont cum on those, she screamed as she lunged forward to take them awayfrom me.when her hand touched the wrist of my jack off hand i lost it. I shot ...huge wad of cum all over her hand and her blouse and her shoes."waht the hell." she scoulded."you came all over me. you covered my cartier watch in cum!" Im so sorry mrs gifford, I couldnt help it."Dont feel to bad I just got a little freaked out,I get letters form fans that tell me they masterbate to the show all thetime." Mrs gifford?" yes?". I think this might be the start of something wonderful." We left that session early to go back to our room and continue where we left off that morning. It was beautiful. We found ourselves telling each other all of our little secrets. You know the ones, the secrets we don't tell our husbands - the pair of shoes that cost $300, not $50; the time we ate the whole tub of ice-cream and blamed it on the kids; when we made them go and pick up the kids late at night because we were feeling sick, but. When we caught up, I looked in the door she indicated, and felt my head start to spin.The man in the cell was my Daddy. Every bad thought I'd had about him suddenly sprouted guilty flames and burned into ashes. He was a sick man, and it was so obvious that even a 10 year old could see his discomfort. His hair was scraggly and unwashed. His face was a bright, bright red, and his eyes looked ... wrong. They looked almost oily, and his pupils were a little too dilated. He coughed hard a few times,. "Has really helped my nausea."I doubted that he was anywhere close to sick, but whatever."To answer your question," he continued. "One vial can affect a larger number, but only for a very short time. The good news is that I can get you more. The price, unfortunately, would be double. Double to me, double to you."This time, money was not a problem. Dad cashed a check, I met my connection and I had four one-pound loaves of Mexican Finest in hand. Instead of an alley, I invited Mr. Smith over to.