“Don’t be sorry. It was wonderful.” “I’m not going to lie Danny, I could make out with you, but I…” I never did find out what she was go...ing to say. Maybe to her, she was the slightly older woman seducing the inquisitive teenager. But it was I, albeit inadvertently who was seducing her. She stopped speaking abruptly as I lifted up my top. My nipples had become firm and sensitive. “Tell me you don‘t want to kiss them.” “Oh Danny.” “Once we start Danny, you know we might not be able to stop?” “I. He finally spoke: -Jasmine, I didnt know you were a squirter&hellip, In fact, judging by the priceless look on your gorgeous face neither did you. I guess no one ever pressed the right buttons until now. You should be proud of yourself, not all girls are able to orgasm so hard that their vagina has to manifest itself in this delicious way. Honestly I have never seen it before, except on the internet, but then again no one ever let me do the things I do to you&hellip, He kept talking openly,. " Good."And so it came to pass that on the following Sunday afternoon I was at my daughter's apartment. My dress was casual; slacks and a blouse. Since I had no doubt about how I wanted the day to progress, I hadn't worn any panties, although my bra, visible through the translucent blouse, kept a semblance of propriety. I was sitting in the living room, at one end of the couch, when Ryan rang the bell. As my daughter opened the door, he leaned forward as though to kiss Ginny, then saw me and. White’s erection and was glad that it was dark enough that the bulge in Mr. White’s trousers didn’t show. To my surprise and delight, however, Mr. White left his fingers where they were, inside my pussy. It was only when we had to move further into the garden to follow Jennie and Mr. Franklin that the fingers slowly slid out of me. It was probably just as well that they did because I think I would have had an orgasm pretty soon and I don’t know that I could have stifled the sounds.By the time.