.. come with me!" Stacy screamed out one last time, feeling that first massive spurt as it exploded from my cock, filling her. She met it with an equa...l force of her own, the sudden unexpected, unanticipated deluge of her own spurting. I felt the force of it as it literally sprayed out, nearly dislodging me. The rapture of her liquid climax bathing the two of us, soaking the ground, the platform, and everything else as well. My own discharge meeting hers, joining it, and then backwashed as she. She always gets surprised whenever I do that although she must have expected it and the best part is that she does it so beautifully.She then whispered in my ears that she wanted a sensual massage which I used to give her when she was my girl friend. She wanted my adept fingers to move about and caress every minute part of her body, massaging her head, temples, neck, shoulders and further down to her most sensitive areas.The soothing music and candlelight were greatly enhancing the atmosphere.. McNair out-did herself in her venomous outbursts and she didn't sound like she was sober. She worked herself up so much that her fat face got dark red, and I started to worry about her health.I worried more about Fran, though, and tried to be as diplomatic as possible. "I think you are misunderstanding the nature of our relationship Ms. McNair," I tried - in retrospect much too convoluted. I had another go: "Fran and I love each other, but our relationship is not physical." Better perhaps, if. He said, “so it was you all the time. I didn’t know you were such a hot and naughty”. His name is Gopal. I called him as an uncle. He was big with a large belly pot, dark in color, fat. He had a very hairy body and was always trying to expose himself to me whenever we met.So, there was I standing there, shocked and feeling shy. He came near me and took me to my bed and started kissing, his saliva was all over in my mouth, swirling his tongue all the way in, I felt, I was going to puke but then.