"Patrick tried to reassure her. "Don't blame yourself. I mean, for God'ssake who could ever imagine they would have to worry about their wishesbeing g...ranted!?!?! If we had to worry about whatever we said during thecourse of the day becoming the basis for something...something like allof this we'd be in a world of hurt!"Mindy smiled at Patrick. "Yeah...I guess you're right. Listen...abouthow I treated you this morning...God, about how I've treated you sinceI've known you...I just want to say how. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. I just couldn’t get enough. After a few minutes, he pulled away and sat on his bed then pulled me onto his lap. He started to kiss the side of my neck and I lost all of my inhibitions. After a while, he got me to stand up in front of him, and started to undress me. His touch was gentle, but firm. I could tell it was taking a lot of willpower for him to not rip my clothes off, throw me on my bed, and take me as hard and as fast as he. The box was plain, wrapped in brown packaging paper and secured with brown twine. Her parents sent her one of these packages each month, normally they were made up of her favourite chocolate and new clothes but something felt different about this box, it was slightly heavier than the last she had received. Mimi gently untied the twine before removing the paper. There was a letter taped to the top of the box, she opened the envelope and scanned the letter quickly, a smile spreading across her. With a mighty scream that went long and loud, she let out a torrent of squirt. It gushed out of her charged pussy like a tap on full throttle. Her squirt hit me fully in the face as I wet myself with it.It was beautiful, it was warm, it was wet, and it tasted cummy. I repeated my masturbation of her G Spot at least six times. Each time she let out her squirts of unparalleled volume to shower me with her liquid all across my chest and my jocks. I had removed my towel by now.Exhausted, Anabelle.