Today I pleasured myself to the image of Mrs. Buttersworth. She got me there like I was on the Express A-Train. Bing, bang, boom. Talk about a river of ejaculate. A volume I had never seen in my life. Now I know what those poor villagers of Pompeii experienced when they were rained down with hot ash and lava. Except in my case, it was not hot lava, but hot, frothy ejaculate.