It tasted salty but nice.I have read somewhere where some think that a woman’s squirting is urine. I can assure them that they are wrong. This was s...alty but with a sweet flavor.I could see each time I opened my eyes that her pussy and anus was pulsing in sync with her squirting. I had seen my wife squirt many times before but nothing like this. It was like her pussy was going through massive contractions. I was mesmerized by it.I saw her pussy contractions slowing and knew that she was coming. I got home, dropped the posy of flowers into a bowl of water in the sink while I went to my bedroom and stripped.Showered and changed into a pair of loose, silk trousers and a camisole, I went back to the kitchen and sorted the flowers into a vase. I opened the card and froze.“From Clemency.”No, Patience and Tina, just Clemency. I dropped the card and covered my face with my hands. I suddenly felt a shaft of arousal. My nipples had hardened against the camisole. I could feel the wet in my. Sean pushed back the waves of hair veiling her face, capturing it in a loose ponytail. Shadows and light drifted over her face, shoulders and back. He wanted to see her face, to watch his dick disappear into her mouth. There was a fire in her tenderness tonight, her mouth ambitiously taking more of his length than he recalled in the past. His eyes were glued to the outline of his cock bulging below her cheek. Every drop of blood in his body raced south as she tilted her head repeatedly. ‘Ah,. "What's the connection with Nat? I don't see any family resemblance."Sheila laughed, as I had intended. "Nat? He's a friend of the family. He's been best friends with my brother Todd since they were 10 or 11. He offered to be my - how did he put it? - oh yeah, my pack mule yesterday since none of my brothers could be there to help me move in."I cut my eyes to Sheila at the mention of brothers again."I'm not sure I like the way you say that. Just how many brothers do you have? And are any of.