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That was the start of a relationship that lasted till V died aged 58, even after I married, I still went round to V’s house and whatever time of day she always wanted me to shoot spunk over her, then fuck her, later up the arse and in the mouth, I will always be grateful to V . V put her hands on my hips and pulled me towards her, the first shot of spunk landed on her chin and tits, the next shot right into the air and over her shoulder I had lost control now and was wrapped up in the realisation of what I was doing, shooting spunk over V, and her begging for me to do it. I stood rooted to the spot as she turned to me and said ‘I thought you were asleep this morning obviously by this mess you weren’t’ I stammered ‘Sorry’, but she laughed and said ‘I bet you got a real eyeful, better than all those dirty books you lot read, don’t worry I know that lads growing up need to do certain things, but next time don’t make quite so much mess’ , and with that she left the tent to hang the bag up to dry . . ” “I know,” I sigh

That was the start of a relationship that lasted till V died aged 58, even after I married, I still went round to V’s house and whatever time of day she always wanted me to shoot spunk over her, then fuck her, later up the arse and in the mouth, I will always be grateful to V . V put her hands on my hips and pulled me towards her, the first shot of spunk landed on her chin and tits, the next shot right into the air and over her shoulder I had lost control now and was wrapped up in the realisation of what I was doing, shooting spunk over V, and her begging for me to do it. I stood rooted to the spot as she turned to me and said ‘I thought you were asleep this morning obviously by this mess you weren’t’ I stammered ‘Sorry’, but she laughed and said ‘I bet you got a real eyeful, better than all those dirty books you lot read, don’t worry I know that lads growing up need to do certain things, but next time don’t make quite so much mess’ , and with that she left the tent to hang the bag up to dry . . ” “I know,” I sigh