During this she would climax so hard that copious amounts of fluid would squirt forcefully from her which embarrassed her at first then she began look... forward the flood. This got me to thinking about trying it for real.I conversed online with a man that I had become friends with in Memphis and scheduled a meeting with him, unbeknownst her. We booked a room at the Holiday Inn next Platinum Plus which had become our prime hangout on our visits town.After getting settled into the room and. Merritt commented. "We could do it later. These two guys are released from following you once you visit Medical. It's standard protocol for them to escort you to the doctor for your exam."My quiet resolve answered her. Understanding, she guided me inside and up a ramp to the mezzanine level. Her shapely derriere was an easy object to follow. Merritt stopped at the first workstation and pointed at the long-haired woman. Above her desk was a plaque with "Message Torpedo" printed on it."Hello,". We both laughed about it, but I look a more serious look at them and started to figure the thing out. “You look like you’re on a roll,” she got up. “If you don’t mind I’m going to go rinse off,” she said. “It’ll just be five minutes—not even washing my hair.” “No problem,” I said. And in an instant, I was alone in her living room, wondering what was going on. And it smelled absolutely fantastic in there. I peaked at the kitchen and saw that the oven was on, and there were a couple of plates. “You didn’t even let me fuck you last night, gimme pussy!” I said, as Asha turned back to flip the toast on the pan. “Shush! Last night was you guys’ night. It felt wrong to poke my nose in your bizarre, pseudo-incestuous reunion. You guys are really cute, you know that? Apart from the weirdass fact that you guys still regard each other as brother and sister though you fuck like bunnies!”I served the toasts onto a single plate, sat at the dining table, and pulled Asha onto my lap. “So, how did.