I didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t open up to me, but I didn’t really see what the problem was.Apparently the problem was that Jay love...d it and they’ve been trying to recreate her gusher ever since, without any luck. She asked if there was a trick to it and wondered if I could help her out. I responded that even though my wet orgasms are occurring more frequently, I have no control over it. It’s not as if I can turn it on and off like a faucet. I did however, joke that I could probably. The house was filled with feminine chatter when I arrived and found six of her girlfriends were sitting around. I knew some of them, but was introduced to two new girls who looked me over appraisingly and frankly with an expert eye. Nicola told me what we were going to do and explained there would be no contact with any of her friends. The upshot was that I stripped for the girls and masturbated in front of them. Nicola wanted to prove to the girls where the sperm came from and insisted that I. The warm sunlight played across her exquisite body, asit did for so many wanton girls, ready to be paintednude by one of the great Impressionists more than acentury earlier. That same Paris sunlight warmed herbody. I was already rampant, and, no doubt considerablyless elegantly than she, tore my clothes off clumsilyand climbed onto the bed, into her waiting embrace.Usually we spent a lot of time in foreplay, but thistime her hands rested on the small of my back, her legscurled around me and. 'Okay please strip down to your underpants' added Muriel. I felt my face go red as I slowly started to undress, until I was stood in my white Y fronts, wishing I had mother who bought me more exciting underwear.In the corner of my eye I could see Tracey had a smirk on her face, as Muriel pulled out all kinds of medical apparatus, before doing all kind of tests, listening to my heart, blood pressure, looking in my mouth and ears and testing my balance, Then things were to get a little more.