’ ‘Is there a ‘Cliff notes’ version?’ Miranda stuck out her tongue, ‘Don’t be a brat.’ ‘But I’m so good at it.’ ‘You know what... else you’re good at?’ Miranda whispered into Sam’s ear. ‘Do tell.’ ‘Making me feel better than anyone else in the whole world, although, I’m afraid, not in recent memory.’ ‘And may I gather from all this-‘ Samantha started to shiver as Miranda trailed kisses down the curve of her throat, ‘—that you would like to have this remedied?’ ‘Immediately.’ Miranda grinned widely. “Can’t you make it flat?” Melinda asked. She was not looking forward to the picnic.“No,” Jim said.“Why not?”Jim answered, “Tripp said that she would kill me if I showed up too late to take part in the obstacle course race.”“What kind of obstacles?” Melinda asked unsure of what an obstacle course race was.“I’m not sure. She said that her father set it up and it took him almost a month to make it,” Jim said with a worried expression on his face.“You look worried,” Melinda said.“Deuce told me a. B Haskins and a Mr. M Wellow. Both dismissed for bringing the company into disrepute and activities unbecoming for their status. It also mentioned that they were both recently estranged from their wives. I thanked Vin for his thoughtfulness.So I had my revenge and suddenly felt flat. Whilst I was working towards getting retribution I was quite fired up, excited even as everything came together. Now? I don't know what I felt. I was empty. It was twelve months now since I had insisted Lily leave.. Spasms of pre-ejaculatory pulses shot down the length of his erect penis, from its roots deep in his body to the swollen glans. I reduced the pressure and began faster strokes, my fist thudding into his body at the base of his proud manhood, then sliding full-length to the tip. His boiling semen could wait no longer - a huge surge began deep in his body, building and racing up the length of his erection, exploding past my firm grip - a jet of white semen shot out, splashed against my naked.