Their friends raised their eyebrows, one or two of them winking. Hand in hand they walked to the Rising sun, where they sat with their soft drinks, ta...king non-stop. It transpired that they had many things in common, and the time passed without them realising. At eleven ‘o’ clock, Ruth announced that she had to go home. They continued talking all the way back to Ruth’s. James’s heart fluttered when Ruth squeezed his hand. He reciprocated her action, which in turn sent waves of new and alien. She then gave me a guided tour of the house starting with my room which to my surprise wasn’t a pokey box room but a decent size room with a double bed. She explained that as she had recently lost her job as the company she had been with had shut down and as Pete was a long distance lorry driver they needed the extra money. I appreciated her honesty and she said that it would also be nice to have some company too. It wasn’t long before Pete, Val and I were all getting on like a house on fire. After about two months of conditioning your genitals, move on to the stud phase of your training. Remember that your sperms are made in your balls. Constantly, and each sperm takes several months to mature. It moves from deep inside your gristly balls, out to the spongy bit at the back (where the little tails grow on) and then up your spermatic chords to the glands at the base of your penis. They do this all the time, millions of them, but getting an erection and getting ready to spurt in. I catch a glimpse of her beautiful trimmed mound with my cock ramming in and out of it. The sight nearly ends me as I squeeze my eyes shut as I'm barely able to speak"Ugh! Jaimie! Babe - fuuu...Please don't stop! Oh my god! Don't..don't stop! Don't stop!"With that, I couldn't hold back any longer. I feel my insides contract as I pump what seemed an endless amount of cum inside her, barely being able to breathe between yelling as stream after stream after stream of my hot cum began shoot deep.