As the game continued I watched her tense, holding absolutelystill and a look of intense pain crossed her face. Her teeth clenched and Icould feel her...hand once more curling around my shirt, nails digging into myneck. There was a high pitched moan that came from her throat. Too my shock hersex began spurting, wet streaming arcs of juice that coated the game console,splattering me as it dripped downward. Jacqueline reached down with one hand,smashing it against her clit, rubbing it hard, just. I felt badly for the man. “How old are you and give me a number and not your cosmic crazy hippie bullshit!” He yelled. “I’m 16 if that makes any difference to you,” I said. He nodded and wrote down my age next to my name. “Why did you break my curfew? Southern City ordinance states that no one under the age of 21 is to be outside unsupervised during the hours of 11pm and 5am. You were picked up at 2:30am for loitering,” he explained. I was barely listening. “I don’t believe in curfews.” I. I said I know someone who may be able to bake one for her I would see if she answers her mobile I gave Ann a call and left a message. To my surprise she called me back she said she had moved but had stayed in the village so I said I would call round and have a cup of tea. I knocked on the door and was welcomed by the same old Ann she gave me a big hug and a peck on the cheek. We sat and had tea and chatted and I tried to explain what type of cake my partner wanted and I said I would get a. Then she added, “What else did I tell you?”“Nothing other than she played with your pussy at the table. I know when you got home your pussy was a swamp,” I said with a laugh and saw my mother blush.“Are you mad?” she asked.“Not at all. Hey, what eighteen-year-old guy would get mad at a gorgeous woman lusting after his lover? Remember all us guys think with our cocks.”“Humm,” she said, looking at me strangely.“What?” I said.“I don’t know if I should mention this, but I guess ... well,” she said.