I broke the kiss and looked at her, "I have some things to do. I'm taking your mother out for dinner tonight." May I go too?" I asked your mother this... morning before all this went down. I'll not change those plans. If your mother approaches you about it, then you may go. But please don't ask her." I won't, but I hope she does ask me."I gave her a little kiss and went downstairs. I still had more to think about.I noticed my to-do list and called Michael on my cell phone. Someone answered the. You lay there quietly,chest rising and falling with each breath. Taking in the sight of yourbreasts and your erect nipples. My eyes slide down your body,calculating my intent with each inch of skin. You feel dirty. My gazeis as m*****ing as my hands and mouth have been. And as my dick wouldsoon be. Finally, they come to rest upon your thighs. A wide grinsplits my dark face."You wet, girl! You gonna enjoy this!" I laugh at you, deepening yourshame and humiliation. Imperceptibly, your nipples. Frommy forearm all the way up near my elbow.”In describing the event, Leonardi states on page 57: “At thevery least, her hot liquid will quickly seep out of her, runningdown her buttocks and off her body. But most likely, the liquidwill physically fly from her vagina—2, 4, 8, even 12 or more inchesfrom her.”The “larger volume” conjecture might also be supported by acustom called kachapati, which was practiced by the Batoro tribeof Uganda, Africa. According to a personal communication. And if it made me look ridiculous, well, that would go well with the rest of my outfit, right?There was a gift waiting for me. From Nancy. Two sets of makeup, one for a blonde, one for a green-eyed brunette. Or brunet. Also a little booklet of beauty tips. The note: "I'm sorry I misinterpreted... if I did. Here's something that should be more appropriate for your sister. And some for your friend, Amy. Merry Christmas. Love, Nancy."I worried at that note, and the package, for days. Why was that.