Gently she eased her up and looked at her.“It’s not normal, Carrie. It’s lovely. Most men would love a woman squirting. Your father liked it ...hen I did.”“You squirt too?” Carrie said, excited. “I thought I’d pissed myself when it first happened.”“We all do love,”There was silence for a short while before Carrie spoke again.“Does it go far?”“Sometimes. When I’m really excited.” Di said and then laughed. “I nearly drowned your father once.”“Oh my God! What did he do?”“Swallowed quickly!”. As I returned to my position, I could hear her phone’s camera snapping away, and I could imagine that my face turned as red as my arse as I realised that my Mother was taking picture not only of my spanked arse, but also of my underwear. If her phone ever got into the hands of someone else, I would be exposed, and at that thought my little hard dick returned. As she told me to stand up, she saw my little problem and sighed in disappointment, “Well I suppose you have done well today, maybe you. This way!"Jeeze, thought Jamie, doesn't she ever slow down? Trotting behind her, they weaved through the back of the house, up a single step and into a large bedroom. A large bed occupied the corner from the door, it pale green cover decidedly out of keeping with the bright pink walls. A door led off on the right, presumably to a bathroom. She had a television, video player and an enormous collection of video tapes. Some were commercially boxed, while others were simply numbered. A kettle on. .no! I can't! Oh God I was so stupid. But even so I couldn't help it. He was such a turn on. Trying to get my mind off my dirty thoughts, I told him I was going to get some dessert and started to get up. He grabbed my arm gently and pulled me back on the couch. "Don't go now" he said. "It is so comfortable here with you, I don't want you to leave." Oh great. He was so freaking hot, I didn't know what to do with my mind now. "Fine" I reluctantly agreed as I resumed my snuggle position. I.