Closing time came, and they hooked up because that's what everyone else was doing.As the girl exited the elevator to leave, she ran into Edith. At fif...ty-eight years old, Edith was five foot eight inches tall, half Native American, slender, graying hair, and glasses. Edith was a beautiful woman at fifty-eight, yet what made her attractive was not her physical features but her indomitable spirit, sterling self-confidence, and defiant self-assured attitude. Edith had two children, both in their. We simply cuddled each other for a while and discussed the next days agenda, which was pretty much the same as today's."I'm so sorry for the grief I caused you in the past Fen." Marion eventually said. "I just don't know why but I suspect I was jealous of both of you." Jealous?" I said."You were so happy and I wasn't, that and I couldn't help wondering just what you were like in bed." Marion replied. "Combine that with guilt and repression over those feelings and you have me summed up." Just. The man knelt down beside the bound woman and pulled from the satchel a small coil of rope. Erika watched with morbid fascination as the man quickly tied her knees together, cinching them tight but not so much as to cut off her circulation. He rolled her over and quickly did the same to her elbows, making them almost meet in back of her. Erika then felt him unlock her cuffs, but her freedom was brief as he tied more rope around her fluttering hands. Again, he did the same with her. Mind you, Ray never emptied the entire contents of his bladder into my vagina. His erection always naturally prevented him from being able to do that. In fact, I could tell that he had to really struggle just to release the few little spurts of urine inside me, that he did.And believe it or not, I didn't mind Ray peeing inside me like that. After all, during intercourse in this situation, thanks to my own overly-full bladder, I couldn't help but release little spurts--or sometimes even larger.