She gripped her soft breasts and dug in her nails. Her hands drifted down her body like spiders; aimless, erotic, yet both converging on her naked loi...s. She closed her eyes tight. She breathed in short gasps. Her hands made their way across her naked flesh to her pussy. Her fingers rubbed across the folds of her wet lips and then back up her body. Each hand covering her breasts that were just photographed by a young boy. She lay with her legs wide open, writhing with her hands clamped tightly. ...FUCK!" My own fingers and palm were matching him for speed but I wasn't prepared for what happened next. His purple ball spurted some thick white liquid out by about three or four inches and landed on his tummy. "Wow!" I gasped, "What was that?"Gary ignored me and flopped onto his back still tugging at his penis and making even more milk drip out of the tip onto his hand and pubes. His chest was heaving up and down and his face was now as red as a beetroot.My palm was crushing my button as I. My anger hadn’t subsided by the time I returned to the ranch late in the afternoon. I was still pissed, except now, I was also tired and suffering with a severe headache. I tossed all the purchases into the motorhome instead of taking them into the house.“Did you get everything?” J.D. inquired, coming out to see how my shopping trip had gone.“Yes, I got everything!” I exclaimed, letting my anger show. “Thanks for your help!” “Whoa there Girl!” My grandfather retorted. “What’s the hell’s the. I went up to my room and made a stab at reading another chapter of 'In the Beauty of the Lilies' by John Updike. To be honest, though I had read and enjoyed Updike in the past, I had picked it up at the library because I liked the cover art. I had found it a fascinating read so far, despite the fact that Updike painted faith, an important part of the story, with a little too much of the Church's brush for my taste. Still, the story itself, and its portrayal of a family though multiple.