later that day

As soon as Jennifer got out of the shower and put on a towel, I immediately disappeared into my room and went about my favorite pastime. I gambled and forgot the time completely, I wondered that I snapped every hour once without knowing why. I thought nothing more of it and continued to play until Marcus came in and informed me that he was out of the house. Furthermore, I looked at the clock and realized that I had already played for 8 hours. Just now I noticed that I was already getting hungry again. So I got up and went to the kitchen. Apparently, Jennifer seemed to have the same idea, because she was also in the kitchen. She was sitting at the table eating. As I stood in front of the stove about to start cooking, that need to snap came over me again, but it was still bearable. I finished my deep-frozen meal and joined her at the table. She seemed distracted and unhappy. The need to snap increased, and I did. Jennifer squealed and started shaking and leaning forward. It looked like she had just had an orgasm, I noted. I remembered the incident from the morning, she had a similar reaction then. I wondered if it was related to the snapping.

"Are you all right?", I asked.

"Yes, everything is fine," she replied, squeezed and gasping.

Wanting to test my theory, I snapped again. This time, she groaned and clutched at the table again.

"Damn," she muttered.

"Are you sure you're okay?", I asked again.

"Yes, it is ... Mhh," she moaned as I snapped a third time. She didn't even seem to notice the snapping. It all seemed so surreal. Could it really be that she came when I snapped my finger. It seemed that way.

"Did ... Did you just come?", I asked her hesitantly.

She looked at me, startled and caught.

"Where from ... Where from, ahhh," she moaned as I snapped again. I saw her roll her eyes and shake all over again. This time I held my hand, so she could see I was snapping, but didn't respond.

"Can it be that you come when I snap?" I asked her.

"Don't be silly! You didn't even snap!" she replied annoyed. I looked at her dumbfounded, wondering what was going on. I wondered how it could be, but found the idea of controlling her orgasm like that somehow arousing, and my cock swelled again.

"You reacted like that this morning to remember?" I asked her, and she looked at me surprised.

"What are you trying to say?" she asked

"So have you had that again since this morning or ...or..."

"No I haven't. But I also don't have the urge to blow you like I did this morning! By the way, Marcus must never know that either!" she said seriously.

I raised my hands as if surrendering, snapping both hands again. This time she groaned loudly and nearly fell off her chair.

"Do you...do you think if I give you one more ...bubble...? It will stop?" she asked, gasping.

I shrugged my shoulders.

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