I have been struggling about whether to tell you about it because I don’t want you to think I’m a pervert or something.”His pervert comment got ...y attention and I put down my book and said, “Go ahead and tell me about it, honey. I promise that I’ll keep an open mind. And besides, how perverted could things get on a hike in the mountains.”Despite my willingness to listen, he was still apprehensive but took a deep breath and started, “Well, I was near the lake where I wanted to rest for lunch and. ) On Friday, when I got home, I showered and placed a trail of my panties from the garage door to our room, then I put the frozen cum filled bottle into some warm water, on the night-stand, to thaw it a little. After a few minutes I heard the garage door open, and my husband followed my panty trail to our room and saw me waiting for him: on the bed, naked, with my legs spread as I lightly playing with my clit and sliding two fingers in and out of my wet hole. He did not ask any questions, he. Her eyes widened as I drew it back and then made a swift, harder thrust, and she gave a squeal which I assumed was of delight. I slipped into that smooth familiar rhythm that was filled with my hunger for her femininity. I had been starved of this wondrous motion, this rapture of possession, that I forgot my own rules for taking a woman.Always think of her pleasure first. That was gone from my considerations as I knew I was simply using this superb body. Although somehow, I knew also, that she. “You know I want to”, I said. She rode me faster, and rubbed her clit harder, until she jumped off and sprayed a stream of squirt about 4.5 feet from where we were. She put my dick back inside her and started the process again. This time when she squirted, she sprayed 5 feet. “What’s your record”, I asked. “5.5 feet. But usually the further I try to spray, then less I squirt.” “How many times have you squirted at one time.” “Ten or twelve, I can’t remember. And even then, I can still squirt a.