A partial thaw had begun on Monday but everything had refrozen last night, which made for treacherous travel. The schools remained closed and probably... would for the rest of the week. Most of the businesses in the northern third of the state closed, except for essentials such as gas stations, grocery stores, and hospitals.The only people stirring away from the hearth were people who, absolutely had to get out, such as road crews, emergency services, wreckers, and the power company. The National. Carrie and Alex arrived just after we did. Lisa put on some dance music and Alex asked me to dance with her, sure I'd love to I said. Wow Alex said most of the guys we go to school with are afraid to dance they think it would make look stupid or something. Well I'm not afraid to look foolish when I dance, to me it makes you look much worse if you refuse to dance with a beautiful woman. I danced with all of the lovely ladies and they all were grinding their pussies into my crotch and even I. Causing a wave of piss to wash between my legs and spill onto the floor. Then I pulled her towards me and kissed her sopping wet panties. The taste of her piss was exciting, somehow forbidden fruit. I went back for more, licking her wet crotch. Sucking her piss into my mouth.“You filthy fucking bitch,” I heard her say softly, then she said, “Well if that’s what you want.”Suddenly her panties swelled and a burst of piss shot through them and into my mouth. I took as much as I could and then. But it’s not,Because boobs-tight salwar pehenke aur dupatte ko thora sarkake dikhane me jo maaza aata hai na, woh khullam khulla tight-T-shirt pehenke nahi aata mujhe. Because agar hum Salwar pehente hai to log sochte hai “yeh larki bholi bhali hai, par dupatta hat gaya hai shayad, to uske baare baare boobs dikhane ko mil raha hai.” Aur dekh ke uska anand uthate hai. Aur usse mujhe barra mazaa lagta hai. Aur niche se mere pant me juice nikalta rehta hai. Aur jyada maaza tab aata hai jab unke.