Lynne had collected my spunk in a jar and poured it all over my food for me to eat. ‘So who’s tasted better?’
To be honest Pete’s had tasted better than mine but I didn’t want to admit to it. I let myself in and went up the stairs to Lynne’s bedroom. You’ve got to know when he’s come inside me so you can get back here and eat it out of me whilst it’s still fresh’. My mind wondered back to the previous evening. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed it all. I was rock hard and almost forgot to phone but I rang her mobile. Pete drove by exactly on 5.00; he wasn’t going to miss out on a minute of the hour he was to have with Lynne. Lynne had collected my spunk in a jar and poured it all over my food for me to eat.
