It was like playing fireman and I was the one holding the water nozzle on the hose, except he wasn’t shooting water, this guy came with a blast, I h...d all I could do to get out of his dick’s way. I pointed it inside of the hollow pulpit stand that from the back looked like it had been constructed out of old orange crates and watched him cum in long ropey slugs. After those good five or six healthy squirts, he reached down to squeeze his two big balls that hung in a single pouch, so tight his. She looked at me, waiting.‘I didn’t, but I was hoping’ - I sent my thought again. This shit is weird!“You like bikini panties do you?” she asked in her soft shy voice.‘Yes, especially white ones with lace around the top and legs’I thought it and watched as she looked around the store. Seeing no one even close to us, she bent just a little and raised her skirt. I watched as she lifted her right foot and slipped her white sandal through. Looking around again, she did the other one. She reached. Finally, I went home and tried to calm down. It took me a while, buteventually I was able to gain control of myself enough that I could relaxa little before my mom was to come home from work.When my mom came home, I persuaded her to go over right away, as I feltlike something was building up inside of me, and I would need help beforeI exploded.When we got to Melody's house, we found they had another visitor as well,an older lady who was introduced as Melody's grandmother, Willow.The older. She flinched. She hurried back a few steps to let me pass. This was weird.She was wearing a little babydoll t-shirt and baby blue pajama pants. If her shirt hadn’t read “Adorable Psycho” her clothes would’ve fit in my dreamscape. She had darker hair than me, her face was a blurry blend of tan skin and pale lips. I squinted at her, realizing my glasses were in my room. I turned back. Dad slapped my shoulder as he walked past me.I hated my phone. Only 7 hours had passed since I had last gone to.