What’s up?” I told him about my dilemma and what would his suggestion be? He gave me a phone number to call and said, “Ask for Angela. She love... a cum shower.” “What’s a—?” “Hey, Jar, I gotta go. Good luck, man. And remember: cum shower.” Click. Cum shower? I thought about Googling it but I felt embarrassed. I knew what a shower was, that part was obvious. And I knew what cum was, thanks to another conversation with Steve when I ran into him at the Synagogue. But, how did they relate? I wanted. Well, I did it and it was heavenly. I came back from my all day meetingand immediately did my fingers and toes in Sally Hansen Pumped Up Pink.Then I got dressed, slowly putting on my earrings and matching necklace,and of course my pretty undies. My sister would have been proud. Then myskirt, blouse and the open toed shoes that showed off my pretty toes. Iput on some makeup and my wig and was all set. I opened the door. Thehallway was empty. I went to the elevator and pressed the button.. Again you moaned “OGOD, OGOD, OGOD!” It was good because I was close to cumming too, your pussy was just too much for me to bear in my excited state. As you came I felt my load of hot cum surge through my cock and deposit itself deep in you. My hot cum lining your pussy, running with your own juices. Your pussy grabbing my cock, draining every last ounce of cum as I continued to thrust into you in my passion. We slowed and we looked into each other’s eyes.Your grabbed my head and placed. There was a knock on the door, there stood an older man probably about 35 but when you’re 17 that seems old. He was trying to sell insurance, as I was naïve I let him in.He sat on the settee next to me and was giving me all the usual patter, but as I was 17 I never had come across this crap before. After he’d finished talking he asked where my parents were and I told him “They were visiting”, I didn’t tell him where. He asked me if I was working I told him I was and then he said “Are you a.