"Laughing made Amanda's hard jet strain from its course and the sound of splattering pee filled the alley.Clarissa chimed in her laughing, observing h...r friend's thin but firm stream of urine shooting out behind her to hit the wall at almost a meter's distance. Trying to aim her squirting pee, Amanda was still looking through the triangle between her crotch, legs and trousers, moving her hips ever so slightly and opening her slit with her fingers. Behind the haze of the spraying pee she saw a. What if I had made a different choice? Remember that this is fiction, I’ve intentionally blurred timelines and created fictional locales and conflicts while attempting to maintain a modicum of technical accuracy. Back when I was an Army Aviator our bible was a relatively thin Army Regulation known as AR 95-1 which covered flight operations. This was before our military and our society decided that no one should ever have to use judgment or make a decision and we all needed reams of rules to. When most of our friends had left, she swiftly changed the tone of her voice.“Do you know where the G-spot is?”- “Of course”, I replied. (For the record: I don’t believe in the G-spot, it’s scientifically impossible, but what’s a boy to say when asked that question, right?)“Well, do you know where mý G-spot is?”- “Not yet.”“Wanna find out?”I started poking her belly. “Is it here?” I playfully asked. “Or here maybe?” I caressed her neck.“Don’t be silly”, she said. And then: “Not here.”Even. Fuck, fuck, fuck….” taking my length and thickness with her juicy wet cunt. I grabbed her hips and I slapped her hot ass lightly as I slammed into her. I could feel her pussy clamping down tightly around my hard rod each time, I drove deeper inside her. . .”Ohhhhhh… Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ohhh! OHHH! UUHHH! UUHHH! MMMMMMM!" fuu…fuuu…Oh fuck….please…..ohhhh…mmmmm…OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO….please stop…..oh shit….” She started mumbling through her gasping. “I can’t.