I was dating this neerdy collage student and we finally got to the magic number 3 date. Well I was ready to stick my cock in her box as I slapped her big ol tittys around when......

Michael you need to be able to do something for me she started. I need you to make me squirt. If you cant make me squirt then no cock in this hot box!

Squirt I said thats a old wives tale. Thats when Marrgo sat back and gave me a lesson in the are of squirting.

First she gave me the numbers "While all women have a G-spot, it has been estimated only 10 to 40 % of the women are capable of female ejaculation. The expulsion of this clear or milky fluid, either occasionally or systematically". Now let me demonstrate and she did just like the babe in the photo.

Now worried that I wasn't going to get off. I told her no problem and started fingering her for all get out. Well a few mins later she cam but didn't squirt.

Ahh too bad, one more lesson then you get one last chance. With that she called her roomate into the room. They started getting it on while I watched. Having girl on girl fun. Soon Marggo was squirting all over the bed.

When she was done she told me thats all she could handle for one night for me to cum back tomorrow and I would get my chance. Damm I can't wait til tomorrow night!

Dear Master

At times, it's hard for me to sleep when you're lying in bed next to me. I toss and turn; I spend countless minutes studying your face and committing each new sound you make to memory.

This must be a dream; you must be. How did I -- this middle-aged, emotional, perimenopausal woman -- manage to get here?

I'm not sure I believe in luck, per se, but I can't help but feel that way. Maybe fortunate is a better word. Or blessed. All I know is...I must have done something good.

And if so master may we try this tomorrow

Thank you

Slave