However, as a lifelong huge shooter, I kind of went through a strange journey. When I got my first handjob this was the first time I ‘came’ in fro...t of a woman. Her name was Anna, she was my age and not that experienced but I was not the only guy she stroked off (and saw cum). I was however, the biggest shooter. I had nothing to compare my cumshot to except what I saw in pornos so I thought my ejaculation was ‘normal’ at the time. We were home alone in her house and she was jerking me off on. I looked behind me at Adam and could see that he had his cock out and was furiously wanking.I then crept around to the girl on the right as I said to Adam I would and stopped about 3 feet from her level with her tits, which were very small and flat as were her friends. They were both very skinny, their rib cages showing plain as day through their tanning skin. Flat bellies and skinny legs. “Hello girls, wanna see my hard cock and see me cum too?” I said to them.They both screamed in shock and. The family hadn’t counted on Jackie being stubborn and devious. She went to her maternal grandfather, a small town bank owner. The business was almost as old as the town. He’d long lost interest in the males of Jackie’s family because of their unfriendliness and mean ways. For years every Sunday morning Jackie cycled to Grandpa Jack Gates’ house and stayed on to cook the widower’s dinner. After dinner Jack would drive her home and wave and say howdy to the guys who’d line the front porch most. Her long blonde hair was a waterfall of softness and her hands were steady as she touched me during our second kiss. Her fingers were light and caressing, bringing me more pleasure than had she been making love to me with her whole body. I drank in her lushness, her giving, her generosity. I hurt so much inside for wanting to make her mine. My desire made me greedy and I started asking questions. I wanted to know her. I wanted to know everything about her. I wanted to flood my mind and soul.