Stephen had had enough and released himself, barely catching his cum with his Kleenex. After what I just told you I wouldn’t blame you.”
“Oh, thanks,” Stephen said awkwardly. XXX We squirt out piss.”
She paused again to let this sink in. Heather giggled, “So that’s why they call it a squirt party. Still, Stephen could not deny the satisfaction of what he had done. “If you want to sit on my lap you can come over here, I’m already comfortable.” Heather laughed. Stephen climbed down from his tree house and went to head back in. “No thanks, I guess I’ll sit over here by my lonesome until I finish my tea.”
“You’re always drinking tea,” he said. This is going to be one of those conversations that stay between us, though, ok?
