“So what do you do for fun out there on the left coast?” I asked. “I’ve made some friends out there. Mostly colleagues and neighbours. We go ...to movies and clubs and stuff together,” she paused, hesitating a few seconds before continuing, “And I have a guy that I kind of fool around with. Not serious enough to be a boyfriend. More like what the kids these days call a ‘friend with benefits’, I guess.” I nodded and sighed. It wasn’t unexpected. At least it wasn’t serious. Our feet and legs were. And as I pulled my head up and his cock out of me, he let fly! Suddenly I had cum squirting in my face, and landing everywhere! Jean came in and saw this, and started to giggle. Me, I was pissed because it was everywhere! I could feel it on my face, on my chest, I was sure it was in my hair. And then she came up and said it had gotten on my blouse and skirt.Shit! My brand new silk blouse, that I had carefully unbuttoned and spread open so it would not get messed up during this “before date. After Aunt Sheen had laid out the sheets, the old lady thanked her and lay down on her berth. I looked at Aunt Sheen with a beseeching look, trying to make her realize that she had unfinished business. She smiled and nodded at me, looking at her watch. I figured she wanted me to wait for a while.I was staring out of the window, watching the greenery flash by in the afternoon sun when I felt Aunt Sheen open my fly again. I turned around with a shocked expression to see Aunt Sheen with a naughty. Becky's body was beautiful in a plump, girlish way. She was not very tall but was stunningly curved. The predatory preacher stripped her with his experienced eyes and, as he would soon confirm, his assessment was surprisingly accurate. The girl had wonderful breasts, large, full, firm, ripe and delectable with, he guessed, nipples that would be long and dark in puckered areolas when she was properly aroused. And, despite their size that was impressive for an adult, let alone a fourteen-year-old.