So we got into a pattern of meeting up, either Monday or Tuesday and sometimes both. I’d go round in the morning, just before lunch. She’d get us ...nto the 69 position so she could get her spunk fix, and I’d lick her clit to orgasm. Then we’d go out and get some lunch somewhere, and go back to hers for a fuck in the afternoon. Of course, having drained my spunk in the morning, I could go for hours in the afternoon before spunking again so it was great for both of us. Fiona called our NSA. Richard clenched the arms of his chair with white knuckles holding back the urge … desperately counting the seconds, “One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand –”“This is not fair, Madam will hear about this, I promise.” said Jack stomping out of Richard's office.That did it … Richard instantly lost control of his bladder, and his penis exploded producing a stream of hot yellow fluid. It was as if the gates of a dam had been opened and the feeling of being able to release the pressure. She was sweating and worked up, but followed the diagram and pushed the removal rod up through the guides on the tongs. The rod engaged the squid and it deactivated immediately. The head shrank and the grippers released from her sensitive tissues. She actually had an immediate, albeit short, orgasm from the sudden shift within her. With an uneventful plop, she pulled the squid out of her and placed it on a leftover napkin. She stared at it with a sense of marvel at how such a small thing had. She definitely looked like a sex bomb. I stood ogling at my own mother, while dad went upto her and whispered something in her ear. Mom blushed like a new bride.“You, na!” She slapped him playfully on his arm. “Even when you have a grown sun at home…” she caught her self mid sentence and shooed me off to the car on a flimsy pretext. Mom and dad came out a couple of minutes later. I could clearly see that mom’s lipstick was a bit off, and I understood that they must have kissed while they were.