"A squirter," Lupe murmured softly, even as she kept stroking my clit. "Oh God," I repeated, as I put my hand on her shoulders to hold myself up, my ...egs feeling like jelly as all my energy was usurped from me by her masterful touch. "You look so cute when you cum," she complimented. "Thanks," I whimpered, barely able to do anything but try to breathe. Lupe looked down and smiled, "You created a pretty big puddle." "Sorry," I whispered, embarrassed by the puddle that was between my legs. . "God, it's good to see you again," Wilson said, "So when do we get started." Hell Wilson, you got to learn to relax, then you have to teach me how," I said with a laugh."Okay, tonight we relax," he said. "You have to know where to go?" As a matter of fact I do. We are going out tonight," I said"Do I have to dress?" he asked."Well you can't go naked, otherwise you can wear most anything," I said.We went to the Railroad Bed and Breakfast. It sported the piano bar with the mom and daughter act.. She's twenty-nine years old, single, lonely, and unfulfilled sexually. There is no reason for her to give me a second glance, and no way to engineer a meeting to find out. What we shared was intense, dramatic, and satisfying on an elemental level. I'd love to find a way to reconnect, but that doesn't seem likely, reasonable, or gentlemanly. I have three women who love me in their best way, and I love them all intensely, passionately, and completely without reservation. There was no reason to. Hethought about that..... he wished them dead. Not in a childish, pouty,way, but in a gruesome, actually no longer living way. He could notbelieve what he was thinking. Here he was wishing that something wouldhappen to his parents that would result in their deaths.As he thought about it more and more, his mind began to wander and heimagined all types of scenarios in which his parents would die and he beleft with the money to start a new life. It was one of these imaginingsthat actually sounded.