Dave is the friend I have shared Pat with a few times. A few quick words passed between us and he asked if Pat was home. "She's in the bedroom, go on ...hrough," Just then Pat shouted asking who was at the door. By this time we were at the bedroom door. As we walked in, Pat was bent over picking something off the floor. A sizeable damp patch was showing in her pants, evident enough for Dave to see. Pat looked back, "Dave, what are you doing here?" "Well, it has been a while, I just wanted to see. The pressure built up and I couldn’t hold it back anymore, I removed his finger and water came gushing out everywhere on the couch. My orgasm lasted for almost 20-30 seconds and when it was over I looked at aarav’s face shy, thinking about what he would ,he looked at me and exclaimed ‘ nishka your a squirter!’I then asked him what it was and he explained it to me what squirting was and I should say I was pretty proud of myself. Now, nothing could hold me back, I got up from the couch and. I hardly knew what to do. It was what I had dreamed of for years; the boy I had loved since childhood clearly wanted me too. But how should I react? What should I do? My sexual history was so inadequate I had little clue how to respond to this wonderful, welcome advance.My mind had no idea but, thank God, my body seemed to respond instinctively, mostly by simply letting this wonderful, adored boy do whatever he wanted with me. Though giving little positive response, I offered no resistance at. ?She was frightened, very frightened, but angry at the same time.? Angry at him, and angry atherself for falling over and not protecting herself. "Shutup!" he ordered.? She swore againand was about to let a tirade of abuse lose at him, when Joe kicked her in thegroin very hard.? She groaned in shockand pain.? Tears filled her eyes.? "I said, 'Be quiet.' "? He listened again.? Not a sound.?They were alone.? He weighed upthe situation.? So far everything was workingout well.? No-one had seen.