He pulled back and I said. "What?" My voice had to be angry."You know what I want girl," he said.I did indeed know. I dropped to my knees and unzipped... his thick cotton trousers. When I worked his erect, but average sized cock out of his pants, I sucked it into my mouth without any playing. I had missed cock in my mouth. I didn't know, if it was his that made it so exciting, or just any cock would have worked the same magic. I just knew I had come to love the feel of cock in my mouth. I hadn't. She recalled the slimy man from the Easton side of the harbor that afternoon. The electronics specialist who had tried to negotiate sex to have her patch code transmitter repaired...to have the algorithmic anomaly bypassed so she could be Mike Vello again. It had been her last hope. She felt she would be willing to do anything to free herself from the prison of her female body, the life of torture she was living next to the man she wanted and needed so badly. But she had convinced herself that. We walked into the living room with me behind still kissing and she sat on the sofa with her back to to the window. I knelt in front of her and she raised her legs at to which I pulled her jeans up as she'd already undone them, not sure if she did that on the way to the living room or when she sat down but her jeans and knickers were now off. And oh boy she was hairy, not my thing but I thought I'm 51 and about to get my second teenager of the year so put it to the back of my mind. I was. Her pussy continued to clamp shut hard about once every second, opening up to show her still-spasming hole. About every eighth time, a further spray would get jetted out through her almost-closed labia. Each ejaculation was at least as powerful as the last. It was impossible to tell how much fluid came out each time - all Rachael knew was she was squirting a lot. In no time, there was a very noticeable dark patch on the towel under her legs, growing bigger with each new ejaculation. Her orgasm.