But it did not taste like my piss smelled. I was too inexperienced to know Angie was a squirter. Two funny things: Angie started up the very next day,... the chance I could get her pregnant the night before nonexistent; and if I had known squirting, Angie would today be my wife, the hell with law school. There is nothing finer than to be in a vagina washing your cock in a stream of female ejaculate.Many years and two wives later, I was working a project in Pittsburgh, a relatively new member of a. The thrill of having him inside me took over completely. My body moved from the outstanding amount of gratification I was receiving as he pushed his cock in and out of my tight hole. I was in total and complete luxury as he gave me his all. My hips buckled from the joyride I was having, and soon we were both on the verge of our second orgasm. We approached the highlight of our night when he started accelerating his cock intensely into my soaked cunt. As he unexpectedly quickened his pace, it. There was my handsome priest in his seductive robe…the cross dangling down suggestively. We embraced and he whispered: “You’re a special girl, Phyllis. Are you ready for your surprise?” ‘Surprise?’ I thought. It was quiet in the room and I held on, wondering. “The Gospel of John reports ‘Jesus wept.’” he said and I waited for my surprise. “You make me weep sometimes,” he said. “We have a divine intervention every time we fuck…it’s like my cock gets hard just thinking of you and your. I held her chin up with my hand and told her that I had dreamed about this moment for years before slowly kissing her on the lips which instantly led to full blown kissing, touching and groping. I lifted Gwen up and carried her over to the bed and gently placed her down all the while continuing to kiss her. She was lying down on her back and I was on top of her kissing her mouth and neck before working my way down to her magnificent large breasts and to my delight insanely huge nipples which I.